I slide the bag across the table to the hooded figure opposite me. She lifts the edge of the bag with a finger, peering inside. She sits up suddenly and grabs the edges of the bag, stretching it wide open. “Oh my God! Where the hell did you find this?!” I shake my head, putting my hand on my hip. “First of all, watch your language. We’ve gotten enough notes about your swearing.” She ducks her head sheepishly, reaching into the bag. I smile. “Second, this is my private stash. If you tell your father or brother about it, I will never share with you again.” My daughter grins at me, pulling out a wrapped Lindt truffle. She unwraps the dark chocolate goodness and pops it into her mouth. She eyes the box I pulled the bag out of. “Mom, a dog treat box?” She raises an eyebrow. I pat the box. “The key to keeping your chocolate stash secret, is effective camouflage. Which means hiding it where the boys would never think to look.” I reach into the bag, snagging a truffe of my own. I lean forward, beckoning her to lean in. “There’s fudge popsicles in the bag of frozen broccoli in the freezer if you need them.” A look of delighted surprise crosses her face. She snickers and snags another chocolate. “If I haven’t told you lately, you’re brilliant Mom.” I smile, unwrapping my own dark chocolate treat and popping it in my mouth. “Every woman needs an emergency stash of chocolate, bubble bath, and wine. When you get older, I’ll show you how to hide the good wine and sneak it into the movie theater with your snacks.” She stares. “You sneak wine into the movie theater?” I look at her, flipping my own hood over my head. She grins as I bring my hand up, my thumb, index and middle fingers extended. “Oh young padawan, I have much to teach you.” I say in a solemn voice. We both erupt into laughter.