Jelly Belly

There happens to be a Jelly Belly center just across the border in Cheesehead land so we went for a tour.

Brian's family joined us, sans Brian.

My cute family came, of course, plus Grandpa.

Grandma was in charge of Grey, who slept through the whole tour (until everyone shouted "Jelly Belly!" at the end, that's when he woke up screaming). He didn't miss much because it wasn't a tour of a factory but of a warehouse. And warehouses are boring.

But we did ride on a little train and that was enough for Dash to enjoy.

Though we kept stopping to watch clips on televisions and Liam kept demanding that we, "go! go!"

The best part came after, the store. More specifically, the sample counter, where you can consume as may jelly beans as your stomache can contain with nothing to stop you except your own shame. And maybe a tummy ache.

Here's Liam eating a booger-flavored bean. Didn't faze him. What does that mean?

Dash is trying a cinnamon flavor. It ended up dribbling down his chin and in my hand. Wasn't a fan.

Matt's happy to try a Double Mint Chocolate bean. Smart move.

Grey wondered what the big deal was.

Naomi's psyching herself up to try some gross flavor. I can't remember what it was. Was it pencil shavings? Was it skunk?

Whatever it was, it was certainly gross. I barely caught her reaction before she ran to the garbage can.

I call that a Jelly Belly success!