Growing up, my dad’s parents lived a couple hours south of us. For a bunch of kids, that is a long drive over the mountains. Nearly every time, we’d stop and get gas, a large Pepsi, and a large bag of M&Ms to entertain us on the way. Since I was the oldest child in the car, I often got to divvy out the goods. From what I remember, I was honest about the sharing of these delicious morsels. I know that when Thomas was really little, Trisha and I got more than than him. The same thing happened when Taylor came along. But I think, at least I hope, I shared equally with Trisha.
At my wedding there were little pouches of M&Ms on the tables. I guess I can now admit that I bought them after Halloween on sale. Thus they were over a month old when people ate them at my wedding. Sherry lovingly bagged up all of those delicious sweet treats for our guests.
What math manipulative is more exciting than M&Ms? In eighth grade, my teach Mrs. Debbie had us do a whole packet of work just on M&Ms with graphing, ratios, fractions, and who knows what else. I don’t remember every lesson I ever did in math, but I remember being totally involved in that one.
A couple of years ago, I used M&Ms to teach fractions. I wanted to make sure the kids were getting the right fractions, so I sorted them and put the same number of each color into bags. These pictures were from the LONG process of sorting, counting, recounting, and sorting again into bags. The kids LOVED it! The process was colorful, but long enough that I wanted to document the process with photos.