So I think I’ve mentioned before that Bart is a huge fan of both the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory movies. He’s seen each of these movies many, many, MANY times in the past two years or so and references them often:
*Before putting a piece of gum in his mouth he’ll stop and declare: “I’m the world chewing gum champion. I’m not afraid of anything.” (every. single. time)
*When Lisa is being particularly bossy, he’ll rap her on the forehead and say, “Yep, she’s a bad nut.”
*When playing any game, at some point he’ll say, “You lose! Good day sir!”
*If he asks for a treat from the store, he always requests a Wonka Bar (any chocolate bar). He carefully unwraps the bar, looking for the Golden Ticket.
*He loves to play Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. The game involves piling up all the couch cushions, then he dives in wildly flailing his arms and legs while someone (usually me, as the others tired of the game ages ago) says, “Augustus is drowning. Augustus! That is not a good thing you do, my child!”
*His superhero action figures regularly play with his Augustus Gloop action figure. Augustus will also play with Barbies and trains.
It’s all pretty cute most of the time. We laugh and play along, because it’s harmless and seems like a funny obsession for a 4-year-old. However, this weekend, the fixation turned not so cute.
Our next door neighbour is very nice, but a little odd. His property is immaculate, and it should be given the amount of time he spends working on it. His gardening clothes consist of tight red track pants with a red and white football jersey tucked into the track pants. He wears dark green socks over the pants with red gardening shoes and has bright yellow knee pads. He’s not a tall man. Okay, so do you have a good picture of the neighbour?
On Sunday, Lisa and Bart were in the front yard playing and Bart needed a kleenex. I stepped inside to grab one and when I came back out, the kids were at the edge of the lawn talking to the neighbour. I called Bart over for the kleenex and he declared in a loud, booming voice, “I’m just talking to the Oompa-Loompa!”
Oh yes he did.