Jumping Candy

So I'm watching TV, and suddenly I hear the dreaded, "Baby!" which means that Loki is eating something he's not supposed to.

Tim comes running into the bedroom, holding Loki at shoulder height, and gently tap, tap, tapping the top of his head. Yeah, that's going to make him give up what he's got.

"He's got an M&M."

"Give him to me."

So Tim passes me Loki, and I'm prepared to stick my fingers into his jaws, rescue the M&M and possibly lose a finger, but when I hold him to my face he is already licking his lips and looking at me as if to say, "Oh, did you want one?"

At which point I realize, yes, I do want some M&M's so I head for the bag in the kitchen.

"Be careful," my darling husband says.

"Yeah, those M&M's are tricky. They'll jump right out of your hand if you're not careful."

Dumb ass.

P.S. The next morning, Loki ate breakfast and then did his usual bounding into the bedroom routine, at which point he promptly yakked up all the broccoli, cauliflower, fruit, and yogurt he had just eaten. And I looked at Tim and asked, "By chance did Loki eat a RED M&M last night?" And before I could do anything about it, Loki - not one to readily give up food - had already re-eaten his red M&M stained breakfast.