
We took a little tour of the Jelly Belly factory in Fairfield, California. Mr. Jelly Belly is a little bit frightening.
Now that I am five years old--a whole hand, as it were--I see the world in a different light. Sometimes, it's the nightlight as I try to read in bed long past my bedtime, in clear defiance of my parents. Sometimes it's the light from the oven, as it cooks my delicious chicken nuggets. Sometimes it's the light coming from my new Star Wars Clone Turbo Tank; how does one brush his teeth without the accompaniment of a Clone Turbo Tank?
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Hey Jack - Did you buy Grammie some jelly beans? Hope you had a great mini-vacation.
Love ya!
Grammie
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