Lately, I’ve taken to having a Stonyfield Farm Vanilla Truffle yogurt for breakfast with a piece of fruit. However, I am particularly possessive of my yogurt, as I’m not really big on breakfast and finding something acceptable is difficult. If the kids ever tasted it, I would no longer have any breakfasts left in the fridge.

“Mom, why is your yogurt brown? Is it chocolate?”

“No, it is truffle-flavored.”

“Like on _Iron Chef_? The mushrooms?”

“Yes, exactly.”

I am a horrible mother.