Taking the kids to the Fatherland took on an entirely new meaning when we arrived in Germany. Why you ask? I know I have talked about it many times but here it goes again, DS is absolutely crazy over chocolate just like my DH.
Germany has this unwritten rule that you must bring schokolade (chocolate) to a child when you meet him/her. Every Aunt, cousin, and neighbor brought DS a piece (more like pieceS) of schokolade when they came to meet him. The country even has an entire line of popular chocolates designed for children. It is called Kinder Schokolade (translated: child chocolate). It comes in many different forms. The most popular being a chocolate egg and when eaten the child will find a toy inside. These were by far DS's favorite but any and all forms were eagerly accepted and eaten with pure joy.
Of all DH's great qualities, why did this one have to mmmm be mmmmmmmmm pasmmmmmmmmsed mmmmdownmmmmmmm?
What? You couldn't quite understand me? My words were mumbled. Sorry, I was finishing up a piece of dark chocolate with hazlenuts from Germany.
I guess the saying goes, "why fight it, it is much more fun to join them"?! :)
(By the way, yes, the picture above is taken by yours truly. You didn't think I would leave the camera back at the house for a trip to the grocery store did you?!?! The cashier shook her head as if to say, "that crazy American"!)
