Last week, we finished reading The BFG by Roald Dahl. It was Merit’s first chapter book, and he loved it! Apparently, it was Travis’s favorite book by Roald Dahl as a kid, but I had never read it. This all started when my parents put on the new film at their house for all the cousins. Merit only saw a short glimpse of it, so when we got home, he kept asking to watch it again. I suggested we read the book instead, not knowing how he would do with it. There are illustrations scattered here and there, but not on every page, and I didn’t know how he would be with remembering and waiting between chapters. Also, from what I had seen of the film, there was definitely a dark side to the story. I know that he is generally pretty brave and likes to feel a little bit thrilled/uneasy, so I thought we’d give it a shot. Honestly, it could not have gone better. He asked to read it all. the. time! Even during the scary parts, he would tell me he was nervous and cuddle up or hold my hand, but tell me to keep going. It was so sweet. It reminded me so much of how I felt about books when I was young — when you can just sit and read all day and not have to worry about stopping for anything (except when your parents bug you. ugh.). Now, we are on to James and the Giant Peach, and he is the exact same way.
We finished The BFG on Thursday evening, and I decided Friday would be a fun day all about his new favorite story. I had purchased the old, animated movie from the 80s, but we were saving that until Daddy got home. While we waited, we set out to the store to buy some ingredients to make our own frobscottle and snozzcumbers, and for nets to catch dreams. It was a great day of pretending, and I think it actually really wore them out! They slept better and longer than normal that night.
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In the book, the BFG uses his big ears to hear the dreams he is catching. When we went outside to catch dreams, Merit took this very seriously and listened very hard. He didn’t catch any dreams at all on our first try because he couldn’t hear them. During Eliot’s nap, I made some giant BFG ears to help them hear the dreams. They didn’t wear them very long, but it totally worked. Merit said he didn’t need the ears anymore because he could hear the dreams now : ).jpg)
If you know the story, you know that the BFG mixes his dreams together in jars. We mixed paint (and, in some cases, glitter) with a little bit of water. The boys stuffed cotton balls into their jars and we poured the paint/glitter/water mixture over and “mixed” it until the cotton was pretty saturated. Dreams clearly need extra sparkle, so we threw some spangle mix in for good measure, too. And we just did this in layers until the jars were full. The orange paint glows in the dark, but we actually haven’t tested it out yet thanks to Daylight Savings Time. Once they got cleaned up, I asked the boys what their dreams were about. Eliot told me his dream was about Pop-Pop. Merit wanted to write out his own label for his dream, so I told him I would just re-write it smaller to fit on the jar. When he was done writing out the story of his dream, I asked him to tell me about it, and I swear I could not make this up if I tried. I am going to go ahead and pat myself on the back for a minute. As a parent, I think you need to celebrate your own successes sometimes because, otherwise, many times the outcomes we want and hope for are just “expected” and go unnoticed. This is basically my go-to explanation for him when I am telling him about misogyny or racism: “Some people think that ______ (e.g. black people, women) can’t/shouldn’t be able to do the same things as _________ (e.g. white people, men).” And then we talk about how that is not kind or true. We had just talked about women gaining the right to vote for International Women’s Day two days before. We had read a book about Rosa Parks. And then Merit comes up with this story. Sure, no one is being denied “a right to hug”, but, you guys, he gets it. Apparently, he is really listening, because the dream he caught and mixed up is about social justice and hugs. <3
Sometimes I wonder if he is too young for me to burden with my worries. I wonder if I am too immersed in all of this and if I should just leave my children out of it. Let kids be kids. But, at the same time, they are the reason I do everything that I do. They are the reason I want a better world, and they are going to help me build it.
Back to The BFG! We made “stuffed snozzcumbers” for dinner, which as it turns out, were a huge hit and have already been requested again. Total win! I basically just modified a recipe for zucchini boats and filled them with taco meat, tomatoes, and corn, and we topped them with cheese. You could make these any number of ways and they would be awesome! The boys really couldn’t scoop out the zucchini, but they enjoyed trying.
For our frobscottle, we just used Sprite with some green food coloring and a drop of vanilla and raspberry extracts. There are many super cute recipes online, including one with pop-rocks (so fun!). My kids hardly ever drink anything other than water, so I thought this was enough for now 🙂 And they loved it! Travis and I also had some frobscottle, but we added an extra ingredient to ours (hint: it’s clear, alcoholic, and starts with a “V”). We put a raspberry in our bottles to make sure they didn’t get mixed up with the kids’!P.S. The 80s version of the movie was super cute and more appropriate for them both to watch, I think. I was afraid the new film might be too realistic and scary, but we may give it a shot next time we visit their grandparents. In researching his books that have been turned into films, I read that Roald Dahl generally disliked film adaptations of his stories. Apparently, he didn’t want Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator to become a film after seeing Willy Wonka. But he liked this silly cartoon version of the BFG, so I think it’s worth watching for that reason alone. Plus, the style of animation will bring you back to your own childhood ; )
