My brother brought a small box of chocolates home from Belgium and for about two weeks they sat on our coffee table. Mostly untouched.
So about a week ago he took them back into his room.
Yesterday, my mom noticed they were gone. “Those belong in the living room!” she said. “Those are the show chocolates!”
I’ll give you show chocolates, Patty.
How about 1/3-the-size-of-the-coffee-table show chocolates!
Yeah.
I was excited there was a map on the cover! There’s nothing I like less than having to guess where the good chocolates are.
I agree and I really hate when my kids bite the good chocolates and decide they don’t like them. Half a dried out candy loses its appeal even for me.
I may or may not do that… But only if I’m not sharing the box and if there isn’t a map!