A wide eyed Godzilla approached me today.
“I want some of your chock,” he every so kindly informs me.
“No, not chocolate! Chock!”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I say
(and think to myself, how the hell does he know about my secret chocolate stash and am I going to have time to hide it before he gets to it again?)
“The chock! On the microwave.”
Ah, my big block of Toblerone. A thank you gift I received a few days ago.
“This?” I ask, pointing to it. “My Toblerone? Chocolate?”
“Yeah. The chock!”
Then it dawns on me.
He’d been watching Chicken Run – the movie. The chickens build a chicken plane in which to escape, and there is a very, very clever scene where, just before takeoff, someone yells “Chocks away” (an aeroplane related term, commonly used) and another chicken removes a Toblerone from under the wheel.
As I said, very clever.
My kids are just far too influenced by the TV. I must have a word to it about who is boss around here!
(And must hide all my chocolates better!!)