My Sunbeam Mixer and The New Testament

I just took a risk, and it totally paid off.

Now before you folks expect a video with me shrieking from the rapidly departing end of a bungee cord, fear not. You won't find that here.
The aforementioned risk is one I've managed to avoid for the past three months, perhaps, likely longer. It's nothing of that sort you take in high school, with hiding notes in your sleeve during the test. At which, might I add, I must've been a complete idiot seeing how Father Illig caught me promptly. *clearsthroat* But I won Bible Game once or twice, and can still recite RoCoCo, GalEPhi, ColTheThe, Philemon and Hebrews. Matthew, Mark, Luke, John, Acts. If you're not one of the several hundred privileged students familiar with this game: To conclude weekly religious instruction, Father Illig would tell us some verse coordinates (which is almost certainly not the right terminology) from the New Testament and whoever started reading that verse first scored a point on the blackboard. The one student with the most points got an A for that day. It's been more than 15 years and I can still recite the order of the epistles in my sleep. (And a long time I'll be waiting for the crying baby to ask me about it at 3 a.m., delaying my triumph until then.)
But I digress. My risk! That's why we're here. Kids are in bed. I made myself some hot chocolate (milk + Dutch cocoa + sugar) and then whipped some cream to go with it. Now the fat indulgence is not the noteworthy aspect, I champion all things whole and dairy, butter, milk, cream, bring it on. It's turning the Sunbeam hand mixer all the way up to 8, is what I'm talking about. I closed the door to their bedroom and was fully prepared to hear crying upon extinguishing the powerful beast, if not see a toddler standing in the kitchen demanding his very own cocoa with cream.
But nothing happened. Except that, of course, long before I delved into my charming growing-up-in-smalltown-Germany story, both cocoa and cream were long gone.

[Although I whipped almost a whole cup of cream. Which should be enough to finish off two more cups of hot chocolate. And tomorrow is my birthday. 33. 3 cups of hot chocolate. You see it, too, don't you?]