Jack and the Beanstalk (and Wolfie)

I took this picture at Sundown Adventureland and as usual I am sharing it here because it goes perfectly well with today's topic. Anyway, yesterday and the day before yesterday I cut the rosemary by the entrance of our house because it got way too big. Wolfie wanted to assist me in this exercise and was adamant that I cut a lot of the rosemary and the weed that had grown as well. Apparently, he does not want it to "turn into a beanstalk" and for "the Englishman" to come down. I never thought that he remembered Jack and the Beanstalk so well and that it gave him such a strong impression. I bought him a book with the fairy tale a few months ago. We read it a couple of times, but that was it. I'm glad he has such a strong imagination, although I hope he does not become scare of giants living in the clouds.

"I smell the blood of an Englishman!"

"Fee-fi-fo-fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman!" These famous lines are of course from Jack and the Beanstalk, but this is also the new signal start of all the games of rough and tumble Wolfie and I play. I say the words, I stress the "Englishman" bit and it makes my son giggles with excitement, sometimes he replies with a roar. I take the role of the giant, he takes the one of the giant killer (him being English and all). I will let you guess who the winner always is.