I walk into the kitchen to see Lamb crunching. I demand to know what she's eating and tell her if it's M&M's, I'll be very mad. I don't like to share my chocolate.
She looks at me square in the face and says, "Medicine."
Ooohhh, that girl! Whenever I'm eating something I don't want the kids to know about (or share), I tell them that it's medicine. It worked with Chocolate Covered Cherries for the longest time.
Foiled by my own game!