M&M's melt in your mouth, down your chin and onto your shirt.

OK, so I was in the kitchen doing the dishes and all three children were being very quiet. Reagan was coloring, Elise was having a glass of milk and Mollie was drinking her bottle of Apple juice. Or so I thought. Things were a bit too quiet, so I peeked into the living room to find that Mollie had sniffed out Elise's little cup of M&M's, crawled to them and partook freely. Elise was not very pleased and Mollie was in heaven. She had at least a dozen M&M's in her mouth, I just put her in the tub because she kept drooling chocolate. She is her mother's daughter, it's apparently genetic.