When I walked outside today to get the mail, poor MM thought that I had left her all by herself. When I came back inside, she was, as my grandmother says, PITCHING A FIT! It was pitiful. I apologized for scaring her and she looked up at me, tears rolling down her face and said, "Momma, I think some chocolate kisses will make it better." That's right, friends, I'm teaching her at a young age how food can make you feel better. She'll thank me later...or will she blame me later?