I'm sure there's more than one, but this sticks out in my mind, since I just did it an hour ago:
Order a chocolate malt at a restaurant, but ask the server to keep it in the silver tin so that my two year old can't see what I'm drinking.
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"I know honey, can you believe it? McDonald's is closed AGAIN!"
Posted by: Kristin | October 29, 2005 at 08:36 PM
S'allright, I sneak into the pantry to eat chocolate. :) Just can't pick up Anastasia for a few minutes afterwards or she'll smell it on my breath. "Chocklat? Chocklat?"
Posted by: Karen | October 30, 2005 at 08:39 PM