We have a little new game that I call ‘the Shocolate routine'. Every morning on our way downstairs we stop by Daadi’s room. I ask you to stay outside the room and wait for me. You go all noddy with a cheeky like smile and start repeating in a whispering voice with your French like pronunciation “Shocolaaaaate !” Somehow your little brain has already worked out that this game is more fun without you knowing the hiding place of the chocolate trove! I come out of Daadi's room with three chocolates, mostly in differently coloured wrappers, one each for your mom, yourself and me. You are allowed to pick yours and apparently you do that based on the colour of the wrapper – Lellow (Yellow), red or brown. However, you are not supposed to eat the chocolate at this point. I ask you to wait till we are in the car and you respond with another one of those cheeky-smile nods and a nice big 'Yes'. It is easy to see how the 'Shocolate' is still the centre of universe fo...