After gushing about my favorite store in town, it seemed only fair to give equal time to the kids' pick for "Best Place Ever". The place they've voted "Most Likely to Cost Mom All of Her Pocket Change". Their favorite place to visit in town is the local candy shop: Fuzziwig's.
They first heard about Fuzziwig's from John. He had discovered it when he flew up and stayed in town in the spring to scope out our future home. He spent a week getting a feel for the town, meeting people, checking out the local restaurants (my request), taking stock of the local shopping (also my request), and looking at homes for sale. On his last day in town, he took a stroll down Lincoln Avenue and happened upon Fuzziwig's. He returned home with all kinds of goodies and told us stories of a magical, wonderful Candy Land just waiting to be discovered.
Needless to say, it didn't take even a week after moving here to find ourselves in front of the shop greeting a big wooden carved bear eating an ice cream cone. One step inside and you've just happened upon more sugar than a level of Candy Crush Saga. Candy, candy, and more candy. Jelly Bellys, M&Ms, Pez, jawbreakers, peppermint sticks, gumballs...they've got it all. They even have a section with retro candies, most I had never heard of. Then they have what I would call Molasses Swamp "The Boys' Section", an area with practical jokes and tricks. I immediately noticed the fake cockroach and wanted to run the other way. (That item has been strictly forbidden to ever make an appearance in our house. I left those nasty things back in Texas. I don't miss them, not one bit!)
Fuzziwig's "Girl Section" is delightfully pink and Hello Kitty-ish with purses and jewelry and nail files and key chains and the like. Emma gasped out loud the first time she saw it.
I can't say that I blame her. I remember walking through the aisles and jars of candy at Farrell's Ice Cream Parlour when I was little. (Does anybody else remember Farrell's?) It was my favorite place in the whole wide world at the time! I would beg every Sunday evening after church to go with the teenaged youth for a hot fudge sundae and some old-fashioned rock candy on a stick. It was always the highlight of my visit to hear the sirens go off and watch the waitstaff go running through the restaurant with big servings of ice cream to wish a customer a "Happy Birthday". Good times!
Emma decided that she needed to know the Fuzziwig's bear's name. We were told that he didn't have a name. Then the workers decided on the spot to call him "Boris", so if you ask Emma, she's the reason that Boris is Boris.
The kids have their favorite selections: Pop Rocks, Nintendo candies, a scoop from the ice cream counter (No Blue Bell, though I've heard some places in Colorado sell it.), and of course, selections from the big bakery case full of hand-dipped chocolate treats like huge peanut butter cups, truffles, and chocolate-covered s'mores. Unfortunately, however, a particular item from the Molasses Swamp ended up coming home with us the other day:
*sigh* Boys will be boys.