Cally really loves chocolate. I mean, she REALLY loves chocolate. We were coming home from a very long trip and she was completely exhausted. Nearly 14 hours of straight driving.
When we stopped for gas, I found out that all of the chocolates had been melted by the heater, so I threw them out. As a result, Cally started freaking out that I was throwing out perfectly good chocolate. It led to a rather strange argument at the gas station.
Eventually, she gave up we went home and I bought her a big box of chocolate to make up for it.