Dark Chocket?

A smiling brown face appeared in my lap late that afternoon when he noticed an open chocolate bar in my possession.

“Can I have some?”

“Hmmm…”

The grin grinned bigger, expectantly. “Is it dark chocket?”

“No…”

“Milk?”

“Maybe…”

The smile was triumphant now; somehow, he knew he’d won. “I need chocket for me!”