... both girls have a hanging pocket advent calendar. Both filled with matching chocolates. All has been going swimmingly.
Till this afternoon, when DD2 sat very, very quietly in the dining room and scoffed every remaining piece of chocolate in hers.
So now I can look forward to 12 days of deepest anguish every morning, when DD1 smugly consumes chocolate and DD2 is reminded why she hasn't got any any more. Waaahh!