It sounded more like this: JELLY BELLY FACTORY!!!! It might have well been the Celestial Kingdom. We were driving to Chicago and a few miles before we reached the thriving metropolis of Kenosha (everytime I say it in my head I have to pronounce it Kenowsha, like the people here say it), we saw a sign for April's Holy Grail, the Jelly Belly Factory. We took a tour of the place, learned some history of the Jelly Belly and got Konrad a ball. To this day he won't put the thing down. The first thing he says in the morning is "ball", more like "booowl". So cute.
Just a side note about the Jelly Belly. Firstly, there is nothing worse than eating a horrible Jelly Belly. Case in point: as I was driving through the cornfields of Nebraska, heck, could have been Iowa, who knows, I was eating some fantastical JB's. They were awesome. Espcially the red apple and root beer JB's. All of a sudden I am pretty sure I am eating a turd JB. It totally ruined the mood. After that I was all freaked that another turd JB would sneak by. Actually, it was the new dark chocolate flavor. Whatever, it tasted like a turd.
Secondly, what is the fascination with eating a little gel-filled concoction that tastes like something else that you could probably buy at the store for a heck of a lot cheaper? Marshmallows, rootbeer, popcorn and apples come to mind. In fact, I don't like marshmallows that much and PB& J sandwiches are pretty hohum, but I will jump at the opportunity to eat either in the form of a JB. Humans are so weird.