If you read this like Danny talks, then it absolutely does say Charlie and the Chocolate factory. But I didn’t figure it out either until he read it to me.
On Monday he disappointed not to be able to go out with Martin, so I explained that Daddy was going to the prison and little boys aren’t allowed. “Oh, are they going to put him in a cage?” He wasn’t remotely bothered, just curious.
On Wednesday he popped into the kitchen to see what I was doing. “That smells good, who’s in the oven?”
Yesterday he wasn’t sure we should make a plan to go to Cadbury World with his cousins. Unpacking his thought processes revealed that he was scared we might abandon him for some sort of Wonka-esque experiment. “But I don’t want to be chewed into a blueberry…”
Today I realised that this time next week we will be required to be doing something in a church in the UK and we haven’t organised it yet, because it feels like it’s forever away because we’re still in Argentina, and we haven’t yet done a great deal towards organising that part yet. Fortunately, praise the Lord and the prayer warriors, Teen and Baby have passports. So we need to get out heads around leaving here and thinking about the next couple of weeks. I’m feeling slightly daunted by the schedule, and as one of our – soon to be “ex” or possibly chewed into a blueberry if she doesn’t behave herself – friends helpfully pointed out, “you’re not even young anymore”. Hmpf. Friday 4th August is reserved for playing at Charlie and the Chocolate Factory in Cadbury World if anyone wants to come and be Willy Wonka or share a picnic.