Tomorrow, we're going to take the kids to visit Chocolate World in Hersey, PA and I seriously doubt that we are going to ever find our way back from Chocolate Town, USA - without suffering from a serious case of sensory overload!

My kids have never been to Hershey Park and are amazed when I tell them that they'll soon see how it really does smell like chocolate!

"What color?"

Mini-me developed a taste for chocolate at 2 years-old and has an affinity for the semi-sweet dark stuff that my parents take malicious pleasure in keeping in a bowl, in the middle of their coffee table.

"Mama, can I pweeeeze have some chocowits?"

I know how she feels - besides coffee, it is my stimulant of choice - and it seems to be genetic.  Mini-me craves the stuff and she will say, or do, most anything if it means she'll get her fix of das coco bean.

"Thank you and I wuv you, sooooo much!"

Kind of scary, really.  I do fear that she's become addicted to chocolate.

"Mmmm, can I have a-nutter one?"

I've tried to be vigilant about keeping the chocolate monster at bay - good thing Hersey puts out a sugar-free line that tastes, well, just like chocolate - but, every now and again, if we're going to have a treat, it better be chocolate!

"Yay, can we eat them now!"

It didn't help matters much when my Sister-in-Law started working for what my kids consider "one of the best places in the whole wide world," a company that manufactures CHOCOLATE!

"YAY - Aunt Pat's the best!"

With every visit, she spoiled her nieces and nephew into a sugared frenzy.  Not to mention, being a recovering chocoholic, I find myself falling off the wagon at least once a month and every full moon - blast those Dove bars, for tasting so darn silky, anyway!

So, here it is, another one of those all consuming holidays filled with peanut butter and caramel - I am fighting a losing battle - and where in the heck is the Easter Bunny going to hide all this yummy chocolate?

The closet's a bit full, at the moment, but it wouldn't matter - Mini-me would soon find them, anyway!

We walked into my parents' house one weekend and my 5-year-old immediately zoned in on one box in particular, sitting in the middle of the living room table, among a pile of pretty-foiled boxes of various shapes and sizes.

She picked it up and smelled it.

"Wook, Mama's got some more chocowits!"

I sympathetically shook my head.

"No, Sweetie - that's not chocolate - those are just pretties."

My Mother laughed and seemed a bit more enthusiastic with her correction, than usual.

"Nope, she's right - those are pretties, filled with chocowit!"

Sheer genius, I tell you - the kid knows her chocolate and tomorrow will, no doubt, prove to be a fun-filled feast for all our senses - now, if I could only train the kids to sniff out truffles!