Do I smell Chocolate?

My daughters may be a little spoiled... at times.  I try to bring home flowers and chocolate for the Wife on a somewhat regular basis.  Once the little Miss G, at the tender age of about 3 or 4 realized what was going on, started waiting at the door for me.  I would come in, and she would run to my arms, and as I picked her up and felt her cuddle her cheek in next to mine, I would hear, in her teeny tiny little voice, ask me "Dad, did you bring me chocolate?"

Picture from Bings time in China...

So what was I to do?  On a regular basis, I was now bringing home flowers and chocolate for two women.  It was cute for a while, but now that there are three girls in the house, the flowers are getting expensive.

But what I love the most about this, is how I can see the similarities between Mom and Daughter(s) here...

Me:  Hey!  I'm home!
Miss G:  (voice from the basement)  I SMELL CHOCOLATE!
Me:  What?!  How can you smell chocolate?!
Miss G runs up from the basement and stands in front of me, hands on hips...
Miss G:  Did you have chocolate?
Me:  What?!  When?  I just got home from work.
Miss G:  Well I smell chocolate.
Me:  I don't have any chocolate baby.
Miss G:  But did you EAT any chocolate.
Me:  Ummm, yes, I got a chocolate bar when I got gas on the way home.  But that was like a half hour ago!
Miss G:  You had a chocolate bar!  And you didn't get ME one!
Me:  You weren't supposed to know I had one!
Wife:  (voice from upstairs)  I smell chocolate!
Me:  HOW!!!
Ping:  (coming a little late to the game, I don't think her "chocolate sense" is as strong yet)  You bring me chocolate?!
Me:  No!  I didn't bring anyone chocolate!  While I was driving home, after work, I got myself a chocolate bar at the gas station!
All 3 Girls:  Whaaaaaa!!!
Me:  *siiiigh*  I'll be right back... with chocolate.

Yes, there is a strong similarity between mother and daughters...

But to be fair... I guess there are some similarities with me and the boy(s)...

Wife:  Bing!  When Daddy go to store, you tell Daddy - buy Chocolate Cake!
Bing:  *grunt*
Wife:  Cho-co-la-te cake!
Bing:  Tiao-ke-li.
Wife:  Yes!  That's right!  Chocolate!
Bing:  (shrugs shoulders)  Otay.
Wife:  haha!  See!  Bing agrees with Chocolate.  You have to get me chocolate now.
Me:  Really?  Hey, Bing, you want a big stereo with 72" speakers loud enough to knock you over?
Bing:  YEAAAAAAA!! AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!  YE-SH!!!
Me:  Well, I guess we need to get a stereo as well.

Yea, I know Bing has only been with us for a couple months, but already, I can tell there are some family traits rubbing off on him...  :-)  And that makes me happy.  Slowly he is starting to feel more and more like "ours", and less and less like "China's*".

*  == Not that there is anything wrong with being "China's"...