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Charlie and the Cheesecake Filling

"Would you like to try some?" asked the smiling lady in grocery aisle. She held out a tiny plastic cup with two graham cracker sticks and a scoop of chocolate cheesecake filling.

It's cheesecake, lady! Of course we want to try some.

"Yes please. We would love to try it. Wouldn't we, kids?"

"Yes please, Mama."

We walked away dipping our two little crackers in that tasty filling. We dipped until we ran out of cracker. I being a rational adult made the chocolate and the filling come out even. Charlie ran short of cracker and resorted to using his tongue and a good deal of his face to get at the rest of the chocolate goodness. He worked quietly as we trekked down three whole aisles. Then he looked up. Brown sweet goo covered his face from the nose down, ear to ear. But Charlie is resourceful. He used his shirt to take care of the damage as I scanned the aisle in vain for a box of wipes.

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Etta said…
Clothes--a favorite napkin of my eldest son. Shirt collar for the mouth, pants for the hands.

My youngest prefers to wipe his hands in his hair.
Janelle said…
YUMMY!! I can just see my kids doing the same thing. Loving every bite of it.

I would kill for some right now!
Alana said…
Love your title.

Getting the cracker/filling ratio is learned. Wiping your face with your shirt? That's instinct.
God's girl said…
ha ha! I just can laugh because I live this life too! :)

I think the ratio thing is a learned skill! LOL!

Love ya!
Ang
tammi said…
You gotta love resourcefullness!! (Guess it doesn't spare the washing machine in this case though!)
I can't tell you how many times I have had to find wipes (Kleenex, sippy cups) and open them before I got to the checkout line because of a pressing need!

Of course, the "shirt as a napkin" phenomenon is common as well...
Mary@notbefore7 said…
I think it is just a rite of childhood!

Course, this just adds to that washing machine nightmare.
Mamarazzi said…
i own stock in spray and wash...and my kid is 12...does it ever end?!

way cute story...and super cute kiddos.
Mmmm! Charlie sounds like a cutie! Also sounds like all 5 of my kids - they are utterly incapable of eating chocolate without getting it all over their clothes! Have you ever had frozen, chocolate-dipped cheesecake? We tried some, literally on a stick like a frozen banana, on our vacation. Hubby loved it, but I prefer the creamy, room-temp kind. Blessings!
Heather C said…
Aaaaaack! Noah loves using his shirt too... for EVERYTHING. Kleenex? What's that? LOL... Great snapshot of life with Charlie! Thanks for sharing!
gail said…
oh i'm so glad to know that my son isnt' the only one who consistantly resorts to using his shirt as a napkin, no matter how we try to drive it out of him!

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