Dear believers in bonkers and conjurers of cocoa,

This week I paid a visit to the mystical madness known as Dr. K’s Magic Summer Camp—a hidden paradise where 10-year-olds learn card tricks, levitation, ancient Egyptian religions, and the subtle art of confusing their parents.

Now, I thought I was going to hear stories about rabbits and hats, maybe a few rope tricks and a wobbly top hat or two.

Instead, I witnessed a full-on miracle.

It started innocently enough…
A circle of wide-eyed kids chanting:

“We want chocolate! We want chocolate!”

I chuckled. “Ah, classic snack protest,” I thought.
Then they pulled out paper and markers.

One kid wrote "We want chocolate" on a piece of paper with a dry erase marker (which I thought was a strange choice) , then handed the paper to another kid who folded it up and then they burned the paper. 🔥
Yes. Set it aflame in a fire pan like tiny sugar-craving shamans.

The kid threw the burning note into into a fire pan, immediately invoking some serious flames! Then another kid put a lid on the fire, which initiated more chanting and some weird dance with jazz hands… and then they lifted the lid and…

Tada!

It was full of chocolate balls wrapped in gold tin foil. 
And THEN… they started dancing.

Not just any dance.
A weird little stomp-and-spin ritual with jazz hands, and rhythmic chanting like they just started a cult of giggling little wizards.

I thought:

“This is adorable.”
Then:
“This is chaos.”
And finally:
“Wait… are those… chocolate balls?” 

YES.
Out of nowhere—a pile of actual chocolates appeared in the pan!
I checked my banana. Still intact. This wasn’t a snack hallucination.
It was real chocolate.

They looked to Dr.K for approval, and Dr.K said “You can eat them now.”

They were super stoked and were quick to each grab a few and skipped off…

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Moral of the story?
Magic is fun.
Kids are powerful.
This is how religions are started…

Until next time,
If you want something in life:

Chant it.

Write it.

Burn it.

Dance your tiny butt off.

And prepare to be amazed.

—Marcel Du Chimp
Still picking melted chocolate out of my fur.

🍌 P.S. I tried the same technique for a Steinway piano. All I got was a kazoo in C minor. Still working on it.