Years back, my Mom and Dad visited. Pops loves M&M's, and one night he was eating some before bed.
My wife, Traci, went downstairs in the middle of that night for a drink of water. She saw my Dad lying awake on the couch. "Hey, Pops, what are you doing up?"
"I don't feel well," said Pops. "I think ate too many M&M's."
"Poor Pops. How many did you eat?" asked Traci.
"The two-pound bag," said Pops.
It was like the Simpson's episode with Homer and the cheese slices. "Homer, have you been up all night eating cheese?" ask Marge. "I think I'm blind," says Homer.