Connie e-mailed me this photo the other day.  I’m not really sure what her motivation was to do so. 

Maybe she thought that the sight of my sons modeling Hershey Kiss nipples would make me swell with fatherly pride?

Or, maybe the doughy sugar coated aereole were meant to remind me to stop at the grocery store on the way home from work and pick up  eggs, milk and bread?

Or, maybe it’s a desperate cry a cry for help?

“HELP!  The boys broke into the cupboard while I was working and baked themselves up a fresh batch of silver dollar sized nipples- they’ve been running amok tweaking their Hershey Kisses all afternoon- get home soon!

 No matter how you slice it the end the result is the same- I’m afraid to go to work, I’m not sure what will happen while I’m gone…