Dirt and Worms

Today's struggle lives in the employee break room of the children's gym where I work.

Specifically, in the refrigerator where everyone tucks their lunch.

And beverages.

And leftover snacks from the 100-kid Halloween/Slumber Party

held here last weekend.

 

 

Is this a bowl full of delicious goodness just begging

to be eaten or what?

 

Look closer.

It's chocolate pudding, smushed-up oreo cookies

and a few randomly creepy gummy worms

to make the whole mess scream "dirt".

 

Awwww, c'mon.....close your eyes, click your heels and repeat after me:

"There's no place like Kindergarten, there's no place like Kindergarten....."

Got it now???

 

Whatever.

To ME it screams chocolate coma.

And it's been wayyyyyy too long since I've been in one. 

 

So I'd like to thank the little munchkins whom, for whatever reason

refused their chocolatey treats at the party.

Because the result was a nice little herd of

party pudding cups.

 

Just dying to be eaten.

 

And no, I didn't.

But I wrestled that chocolate temptation

ALL

DAYYYYYY

LONNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGG

 

Tonight we celebrate the victory over creepy dessert.

With yogurt.

No worms.