Ruby Red Stilettos

“We are the music makers. And we are the dreamers of dreams.” ~Willy Wonka

How many of you use the word “scrumdiddlyumptious” on a day-to-day basis?

How many of you have felt like a blueberry that had to be rolled out of the room (well, I guess most people have, at least on Thanksgiving)?

If neither of these questions apply to you, at least you know the following statement is true: as a child, people thought you were crazy when you tried to lick your wallpaper, thinking it would taste like Snozberries. 

Am I right? 

Okay, then…maybe, like Veruca Salt in the “I Want It Now” scene, you once flung your mom’s grocery cart into the wall because she wouldn’t buy you a package of Double-Stuf Oreos. 

Full of greed, gluttony, and Gloop (Augustus, that is), Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory (1971- the original- sorry, Johnny Depp) has to be one of the greatest kiddie films of all time.   

I’m sure all the staunch nutritionists and elitist moms out there won’t let their kids watch it in fear that they’ll fall victim to the obesity crisis through television osmosis (you know, the way Mike Teavee gets sucked up into Wonka Vision in the penultimate scene of the movie). But even I, an advocate for good health, say it’s GREAT once in a while. And I WISH my dairy allergy didn’t inhibit me from wolfing down a Wonka Bar right now.