Mummy, what's that smell?

Grace came into my bedroom the other day and asked 'Mummy, what's that smell?'. Now this is a question that Gracie asks when I sometimes go to tuck her into bed after having a sneaky piece of chocolate, which she can detect on my breath like a sniffer dog. But this time I hadn't eaten any. Then I realised that she could see the bag, in the corner of the room, where I keep emergency snacks for when nursing baby Isaac. And in there were chocolate bars. So she followed her own question, then, with the answer 'hmm, I smell c-h-o-c-o-l-a-t-e.'

Hmmm. She might look like Michael, but I think she has my genes.