On Tuesday I made chocolate dipped cookies. It was quite the production as I tried to stretch the 12 oz. of chocolate I had melted to as many cookies as possible before nap time ended. So I got chocolate all over my hands and wrists and, as it turns out, all over my face. Only I didn't realize that I had chocolate on my face until after I had been to the library to check out an exercise DVD (oh the irony!). Instead I found out when Dan said, "What do you have all over your face?" That's when I finally looked at myself in the mirror and found chocolate on my cheek, around my mouth, and there was even a dab on my forehead. Yup, I looked like a two year old who has just finished eating a fudgesicle. No wonder the librarian who checked out my DVD seemed to rush through the process. I think she was trying to avoid staring at me.

As trivial as this experience was, I've decided that there's a lesson to be learned that's even more trivial. The next time I see someone with a booger hanging out of their nose or a big hunk of broccoli in their teeth, I don't think I'm going to say anything, because I've decided that's the less embarrassing route for all of us. The librarian could have said something to me, but having made a trip to the bathroom to take care of things, I would have to face her again either as I walked out or to finish checking out my DVD. Personally, I like to live with the fantasy that since she never said anything, she didn't really notice the chocolate ALL over my face. And I think others want to live with that fantasy too.

But if I happen to be walking around with my skirt tucked into my tights, then I do want to know about that as soon as possible.