But I foresaw this attempt (with my third eye) and I thwarted them by hiding it in a fabulous place, known only to myself. I am too good.
Now that they are in bed, I am going to get it; my mouth is eagerly anticipating the velvety smooth chocolateyness.
Wait a minute, where exactly did I put it?
Aarghhhh! I CAN'T REMEMBER!
Rubbish brain! Stupid brain-cell-killing pregnancies! They did it to me!
OK, don't panic... get the yellow pages... look up "Regression Hypnosis".
Mental note: Call first thing in the morning.
All is not lost.