292. Chocolate On My Cheek

There's chocolate on my cheek today.

I didn't put it there.

I didn't wipe it from my hand

Or get it in my hair.

I didn't lick the pudding bowl

To get it on my face.

I didn't mock a baker

Or join a pie-eating race.

I  didn't start a food fight 

With my neighbor from next door.

I didn't slip in cookie dough

That landed on the floor.

I didn't bake some brownies

And splatter my right cheek.

I didn't frost a cupcake 

With a bag that had a leak.

I didn't splash hot cocoa

Or chocolate milk on me.

I didn't miss the blender lid

And let the contents free.

So how did chocolate get on me?

How did I come to this?

My one year old ate cookies

Then gave me a big kiss.