We leave tomorrow evening for a weekend getaway in Hershey, PA.  We convinced Sophie to forego a birthday party and instead celebrate her 6th candle with her loving Mommy, Papa and sister in America’s chocolate capital.

The convincing wasn’t a difficult challenge.  When she heard the words “amusement park” and “make your own chocolate bar” in the same sentence she completely forgot that she wanted to invite lots of friends to a swim party at the local YMCA.

I haven’t been to Hershey Park since I was a kid.  The only thing I remember about Hershey was staying at one of the hotels and getting a Hershey Kiss every time we walked through the front entrance.  My brother and I walked through that front entrance over and over again.  In and out.  In and out.  We collected a lot of Hershey Kisses.

I doubt they do that anymore, no thanks to smart-ass kids like us who milked the doormen for as much chocolate as we possibly could.  But based on a couple of conversations with the front desk at the hotel, Sophie may receive a little something special from Hershey for her birthday.  She’s going to go nuts.