We went away for the weekend, and there was a chocolate factory nearby. We decided to visit it.
We go in, find ourselves in a chocolate shop, and over in one corner we find a room with some glass display cases with stuff like cocoa beans, chocolate molds, chocolate-themed art, and some other stuff.
After about 30 seconds of looking at it, we go pick out some chocolate to buy.
Philip then announces:
"Mummy, this isn't a chocolate factory. There are no machines. It's just a store."
I have to say, he's right.
I should teach him the expression 'tourist trap.'
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