Women + Chocolate Detection = Nobel Prize
Penicillin. TNT. Gravity. What do all of these important discoveries have in common? They all came about through the combination of a keen mind and a serendipitous event. I can humbly say that I now belong in such rarified company for I have finally been able to substantiate via empirical evidence that women’s love of chocolate is innate, akin to other instincts such as blinking, hunger and heart palpitations. I was able to ascertain this socio-physiological breakthrough by closely observing my daughter. Here are the details:
On Valentine’s Day Carolyn received a box of Lindor chocolate balls (the kind with shiny wrappers). It was accidentally left on the coffee table overnight, so that Célia Marie discovered it the next morning. With her uncanny ability to find exactly the one object she shouldn’t have among hundreds of others vying for her attention, she walks right up to the unopened box of chocolates. After a brief, yet thorough, inspection, she brings the box to me (who am slouching on the couch in a daze because it’s not yet 5:30am) making “I’m interested in this” grunts. I thought she just wanted to play with the box so I wriggle it around and make funny sounds with it. She just stares at me for a short while, then grabs it out of my hands while making "I'm disgusted with you" grunts and heads across the living room directly to her high chair. She pushes her highchair over to the kitchen (the only spot other than the shower we can hose down after she’s done feeding) and then forcefully grunts “I’m hungry and I want up”.
I was dumbfounded. How in the world did she know that the contents of that box were edible? The box hadn’t been opened. I could detect no smell emanating from within. The box that had no representation of chocolate on the packaging other than a shiny bunch of red, blue and green balls. AND SHE HAS NEVER EATEN CHOCOLATE! The only plausible explanation is that she is genetically hard-wired to recognize and consume chocolate, and it is all tied to the presence of two X-chromosomes.
Case closed.
I fully expect to be contacted by the editors of Nature requesting I submit an article to their journal, followed shortly by a call from Sweden.
Now, on to the section that is the reason for why you all log onto our blog.
Some young girls at Church were wearing headbands, so Célia Marie wanted to try it as well.
One of Célia Marie's greatest joys is watching Curious George when she wakes up in the morning. As you can see, she is deeply into it.
On Valentine’s Day Carolyn received a box of Lindor chocolate balls (the kind with shiny wrappers). It was accidentally left on the coffee table overnight, so that Célia Marie discovered it the next morning. With her uncanny ability to find exactly the one object she shouldn’t have among hundreds of others vying for her attention, she walks right up to the unopened box of chocolates. After a brief, yet thorough, inspection, she brings the box to me (who am slouching on the couch in a daze because it’s not yet 5:30am) making “I’m interested in this” grunts. I thought she just wanted to play with the box so I wriggle it around and make funny sounds with it. She just stares at me for a short while, then grabs it out of my hands while making "I'm disgusted with you" grunts and heads across the living room directly to her high chair. She pushes her highchair over to the kitchen (the only spot other than the shower we can hose down after she’s done feeding) and then forcefully grunts “I’m hungry and I want up”.
I was dumbfounded. How in the world did she know that the contents of that box were edible? The box hadn’t been opened. I could detect no smell emanating from within. The box that had no representation of chocolate on the packaging other than a shiny bunch of red, blue and green balls. AND SHE HAS NEVER EATEN CHOCOLATE! The only plausible explanation is that she is genetically hard-wired to recognize and consume chocolate, and it is all tied to the presence of two X-chromosomes.
Case closed.
I fully expect to be contacted by the editors of Nature requesting I submit an article to their journal, followed shortly by a call from Sweden.
Now, on to the section that is the reason for why you all log onto our blog.
Some young girls at Church were wearing headbands, so Célia Marie wanted to try it as well.
One of Célia Marie's greatest joys is watching Curious George when she wakes up in the morning. As you can see, she is deeply into it.
Labels: Chocolate, Curious George, headband, instinct, Nobel Prize
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