Don’t tell her…

“Don’t tell her, OK?’ My younger daughter (8 years) chirped when I just came to the kitchen, hands were overloaded with office stuff and groceries. She seemed had been waiting for my arrival. I was baffled.

“Promise me. She would never know about it.” She whispered. Her tone was serious.

“OK, she would never know”.

She stared at me. Realized something.

“But, Mom. You don’t even know where I hide the chocolate. How can you tell older sister about it?”

A simple conversation that amused me. And my mellow day will be gone in any second.

(Respond to dailyprompt: have you never been mellow)

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