I have a somewhat interesting story about chocolate babies concerning my dad... When he was little, about 3 or 4, my dad would get chocolate babies every Saturday from my grandpa. There were five kids in the family, including my dad, and so to keep the chocolate babies a special secret between Grandpa and my dad, my grandpa would hide the chocolate babies in the ice crusher. [You know how the old ice crushers would be nailed to the wall, with a crank to manually break up the ice? Grandpa worked the third shift and he'd get home pretty late, so this was a very special treat for my dad. The two older girls always slept in on Saturday mornings, and the two younger kids were too little to notice, so my dad, the middle child, would get a chair and clamber up to the ice crusher and get his chocolate babies every Saturday morning. He said he remembered that they came in a little box that he'd shake before opening. He'd bite the babies feet first and then pop the rest of them in while he would watch cartoons or lassie. The chocolate baby memory is probably one of my dad's fondest memories of my grandpa, as well as my favorite story to hear him tell. ~ Maggie from North Carolina