Monday, June 28, 2010

Chocolate Chip Cure

Zack stands in front of me, frowning.

"What's up? Do you need to go to the bathroom?" I ask concerned enough by the way he was holding his stomach to put my novel down.

He shakes his head. "No, it feels like I'm getting my period."

I get him a handful of chocolate chips from my super secret stash, then we cuddle and watch last nights shows from the Lifetime Channel.

Soon enough, he is cured, and - after sneaking more chocolate chips - I go back to my novel.