Genetics & Chocoholism: A Study

So, it's not news that I have a pretty big sweet tooth.
But, in my defense, I have a pretty specific sweet tooth.
I would die for ice cream, I love candy in chocolate form (milk and dark) and I can put away more cookies in one sitting then I care to divulge. I especially enjoy chocolate chip cookies (not too chewy, not too hard), Milanos and any sort of biscuit coated in dark chocolate. Milanos cannot be expected to last more than three days in my possession.
When it comes to cake, pie, cupcakes, and brownies...I'm not too enthusiastic. When I eat ice cream cake, I leave the cake and eat the ice cream. Warm apple pie a la mode sounds good about once a year and if you were to put the most delicious piece of cake in front of me, I'd probably say, "Meh. Got any ice cream? Or chocolate bars? Or M&Ms?"

So.
Anyway.
I took my grandpa shopping the other day. And we had to go to Walgreens and the grocery store. He's reading me off his Walgreens list and it's got stuff like, "Lotion" "Tums" "Shampoo" Ect ect.
And then he goes, "And Candy."
Candy was the first thing we got in the store.
Three bags of it.
All various kinds of chocolate.
Bag of fun size Milky Ways? Plunk, in the cart.
Bag of chocolate covered carmel peanut clusters? Plunk, in the cart.
Bag of regular peanut clusters?? Plunk. In. The. Cart.
Phew. With that taken care of we moved on to the less important stuff...like shampoo and metamucil.

Then we go to the grocery store.
Dude gets his groceries and we're going through the store and then he slyly sends me off to the deli to get him some meat while he continues to shop.
When I come back, I look in his cart and see a sampler pack of chocolate pepperidge farm cookies that includes Milanos. (It's also worth mentioning that I happen to be devouring Milanos as I blog. Great minds, right?)
Then we head to produce to get him some grapefruit and he goes, "Oh! Aim! I need ice cream."
So we go to the ice cream aisle and he's like, "Get that chocolate one there. Edy's. Yeah."
I'm pretty sure by the time we were finished shopping, 30% of his foodstuffs was chocolate.

So we get back to his condo and I'm helping unload and I pull out all the candy and plunk it on his table and he's like, "Aw jeez I sure got a lot of bags of candy."
Yeah, Grandpa. You did.
Three to be exact.
And cookies.
And ice cream.
I like the way you roll.
I am without a doubt your granddaughter as there is nary a day I do not have chocolate somewhere in direct access.