Some days require chocolate.

Like the Monday mornings when you discover that while you were getting dressed, your too quiet children had been having a tea party in the kitchen windowsill with a plastic tea set, real water, and an insane amount of blue and red sprinkles. All before breakfast too.

And your first hint of the said tea party? The fact that your littlest (who thankfully is still confined to the crib) has blue stains and crystals all over her face and sheets. Compliments of big sister who can't stand to leave someone out of a tea party.

And so begins another week. :) Good thing my chocolate stash is in good condition. After all, dark chocolate is good for you.

(I'd have taken pictures of the actual evidence, but it was not funny at the time.)