Earlier in the week I bought three chocolates for everyone in the house.  A total of twelve chocolates.

I had one, but my other two do not exist.

This morning Younger Boy was eating chocolates.

I asked where he got them.  From his room.  I asked what kind of chocolates they were.  He couldn't remember.

This was after he told me on Saturday that the way we could keep others in the house from eating our treats was to hide them in our rooms.  When I suggested that we could each just eat only what is ours and trust the others in the house to do the same that would be best you could see him deflate.

He SWORE these were NOT my missing chocolates.  ABSOLUTELY NOT.
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