Purim is just one long sugar rush in costume (or not in costume if you've been following our celebrations). For those of you who don't partake, one of the traditions is to give small gifts of food to friends and family. Sweets and baked goods are most common, especially among children.
DD and I finally arrived home yesterday evening exhausted, high from the sugar, and covered in chocolate. As we stepped into the house DD could not believe her eyes: two more small bars of chocolate sitting on the coffee table. She made a run for them and had them clasped to her chest before I could say, "Wicked Haman" So instead I said, "No DD. You're not having those now. You'll be sick!"
She ran into the kitchen and stupidly cornered herself into the kitchen cabinets. I advanced with stern face. "You've already had lots of chocolate today. You can have those tomorrow. Not now." I swear I saw a lightbulb go on in her head. She quickly darted forward and thrust one of the chocolate bars into my hand. "Mummy!" she exclaimed (intonation up at the end of mummy to show there was more to follow). Then she put the other bar up to her heart, "DD!" - intonation down implying satisfactory end to conflict.
She looked so pleased with herself that I almost let her have the chocolate. It was an ingenius solution to share the bounty with the dictator. However, she would have been sick and enough is enough. I took the chocolate from her and, to the sound of loud howling from the kitchen floor, put both bars away for tomorrow. I've probably put her off diplomacy for life.