I must be doing it right

As a parent, I'm always questioning everything I say or do.

"Is this the right path to take?"
"Am I screwing up my son by not allowing him to eat another piece of candy?"
"Will what I'm telling this kid today turn into a mom-bashing session with his therapist when he's 30?"

However, today I was assured that I'm doing something right.

My adorable, wonderful, sweet little almost-four-year-old told me the names of his perfect parents: His Daddy (yea!) and His NANA (aka, my mother). My role in this little fantasy was as "a girl who lived next door."

Oh, the joys of parenthood.

But I chose the role of "bad cop" for a reason... and I guess I'm seeing the predictable results!

[ Incidentally, his dessert wasn't docked after I learned he wished I wasn't his mommy. I figure I'll have other opportunities to mess with his head... ]

Hershey's Kisses

I haven't eaten chocolate for over 11 years.

Nothing.

No chocolate milk. No chocolate bunnies. No chocolate kisses. No chocolate anything.

I repeat: Nothing.

I don't even miss it, nor do I crave it. I don't care if I smell it, I don't care if someone else eats it in front of me, and I don't mind passing up on it.

So. Am I still a chocoholic, as I was before I gave it up? hmm. Is it a real condition or a silly excuse for people to consume mass quantities of the good stuff?

Just wondering aloud tonight.