Cashed In All Your Chips

(I have quite the sweet tooth, though chocolate is my favorite. Because of this, my mother usually hides her chocolate chips for baking throughout the kitchen. This happens while I’m helping cook dinner.)

Mom: *opens cabinet* “Oh… [My Name], could you go see if there are any dirty dishes in the dining room?”

Me: “Already checked. There’s nothing.”

Mom: “…could you go see if the dog is trapped outside? I think I hear her barking.”

Me: “The dog’s sleeping on the couch.”

Mom: “…could you…”

Me: “Mom, I know you have a bag of chocolate chips hidden in the crock pot. I know where you hide all of the chocolate chips.”

Mom: “Wait, you do?”

(I proceed to point out a literal DOZEN different spots that chocolate chips are hidden in: behind the fridge, inside several pans, even a secret cupboard above the oven!)

Me: “Mom, you will never be able to hide the chocolate chips from me.”

Mom: “…”

Me: “It’s a sixth sense I have.”

(She still tries to hide the chocolate from me. I always find it.)