Chocolate models rock! Yes they do and to prove it, I’m going to tell you a story. Its a story about a young boy who loved chocolate so much he used to write to Santa Clause every year and ask for a collection of special chocolate molds so that he could create his own chocolate recipe and make his own novelty chocolates.
Problem was, his parents, erm I mean Santa wasn’t all that disposed to answer the young boy’s requests, seeing as how it might lead him into eating too much chocolate and getting fat. Well, we all know what happens to fat boys at school, so his parents decided to make sure he was never going to be bullied because they were not about to let him get fat.
Well, year after year, the boy’s letters to Santa went unanswered and he grew into a strong, strapping young teenager. He still loved chocolate but he had learned that by avoiding the stuff and getting plenty of exercise and doing bodybuilding stuff as well as martial arts and boxing, he was going to blossom into every teenage girl’s dream of a handsome, fit and strong young man.
Well, everything seemed to be paying off as he sailed through his teenage years with no nasty acne like all his chocolate scoffing pals, who also got fat and were bullied by other not so fat boys. He scored all the best girls and was the envy of his schoolmates.
He went to university and played football, got great academic results and eventually graduated with an honors degree in economics. He was soon snapped up by a big financial company and quickly began to climb the corporate ladder. He met the best looking girl in town and eventually they were married.
Then on their first Christmas together, unbeknown to him, his new wife who had found out about his childhood dream and letters to Santa, decided to get him the best gift ever of that special set of chocolate models. He was overjoyed and as soon as he could, went out to the store to buy a load of chocolate so that he could start experimenting.
He soon began to spend more and more time in the kitchen making glorious chocolate models of all shapes and sizes, creating delicious fillings and enjoying his new hobby. Very soon, he began to gain weight and his fine, chiseled looks left him. His once solid, finely muscled body began to sag and expand at an alarming rate. He stopped exercising to spend more time in the kitchen. He quit his job to spend more time in the kitchen. His wife left him on the grounds of abandonment because he had moved a smelly old bed into the kitchen and barricaded the door shut. The only person that ever saw him after that was the grocery delivery boy who had to come round the back to deliver the chocolate and a few other morsels of sustenance.
Three months later, he was dead. Perhaps he had known his inevitable fate as he had crafted the perfect coffin out of chocolate, into which he laid himself one las time and there he was found in a state of partial decomposition, although he didn’t smell too bad as the chocolate sort of masked the stench of decomposition…
The moral of this story?
If your kid wants to make chocolate models, for heaven’s sake let him, so he’ll grow out of it by the time he’s old enough to want to start dating girls. Then he might live a full and normal life.