Remember the giant chocolate I got for Christmas?
The one Natalie tried to steal?
Well, I shared over the weekend.
You know in The Walking Dead how the zombie all rush to eat a fallen person? Never seen it? Well, it looks sort of like this:
I might have said, “Go wild,” because I wanted to read a chapter of my book in peace. They were busy munching on chocolate so I thought, “Yay! Reading time!”
About an hour later Natalie was doing this:
Then she grabbed books from my bookcase and was like, “I’m YOU! I’m reading too! I’m YOU!” In a loud voice. Less than an inch away from my face.
Tommy, it should be mentioned, had eaten a small amount of chocolate and then retreated to his room. He’s big on being healthy. He was all, “I’m not going to eat a lot of this chocolate because if you eat too much chocolate it’s not healthy.”
I did not teach him that.
“ISN’T THIS FUN?” Natalie shrieked. It was like someone had raised the volume on her voice. I picked her up and looked for the switch to turn her down. There wasn’t one. There was, however, a square of chocolate stuck to her lower back.
“I’m spinning and spinning!” Natalie said, twirling around the room when I let her go. She smacked into the wall and I sucked in my breath—but then she started laughing. “That’s a wall!”
She was basically behaving like I did the first time I ever got drunk.
One would think she’d tire herself out. But no. She kept going. And going. And going. Sort of like the Energizer bunny. She could be their new spokesperson. “Hi! I’m Natalie! And I don’t stop for hours!”
She passed out, her lips rimmed with chocolate. I even found some in her hair.
It was a little after 11.
I blame myself.
It will not happen again.