I could see Dad through the crack of my bedroom door this morning. He was in the kitchen before anyone was even up. I heard the saran wrap lift off the fudge and then I saw him shuffle back to his room. He didn’t want Mom to know he was eating fudge before breakfast.

At breakfast:

Dad: I think I have a cold.

Mom: Why’s that?

Dad: I have mucus in the back of my throat.

Mom: It might have something to do with the fudge you had this morning.

Dad looked shocked.

Dad: Whatever do you mean?

Mom: I’m not stupid ya know. You snuck some fudge this morning before your breakfast.

Dad chuckled.

Dad: What gave it a way?

Mom: The fact that your breath didn’t smell like a dead animal this morning when you gave me a kiss.

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