On the appionted morning the boys acted like it was Christmas. I have never seen them get ready so fast or be so kind to each other. We got there in record speed. Of course I was prodded the whole way, "Mommy, go faster...Are we almost there?... Do you think they will still have candy when we get there?"
If you ask me, the factory is pretty brave to let masses of kids walk through their very sterile building, passing out gooey melty samples along the way. As we started the tour, they handed everyone a hair net (which the boys thought was extra cool) and told us very sternly (from experience I'm sure) that if anyone crossed the forbidden yellow line and touched the candy, that whole tray would have to go in the trash. I have to admit, that was a little intimidating. The only thing separating my candy loving children from thousands of dollars of chocolate was a painted yellow line and a threat? I could picture Zach touching a tray just to see if they really would throw the whole thing out! To made it worse our tour guide was a boy barely out of high school who didn't seem too excited to be dragging 10 pairs of grubby little hands around for an hour.
Thankfully, I underestimated their willing obedience to a teenager with a microphone and we made it through the tour without any drama. I had promised the boys that they could each bring a dollar of allowance to buy a treat at the end of the tour. Do you know how much candy $1 can buy at the factory?! (No cameras allowed on the tour so this is the best you get...)
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They ate and ate and ate... (I envisioned candy corn puke all over my carpets) and they ate some more. Their tummies hurt too much for dinner, but nobody threw up, I call that a good day!.jpg)
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Did I ever tell you about a little boy I remember and Cub Scout Chocolate Candy? Let me just say I am not surprized your fellas had a great day. : )
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