Charlie, your mum and I thought… …maybe you want to open your birthday present tonight. Here you are. Maybe I should wait till morning. Like hell. Pap. Altogether we’re 381 years old, we don’t wait. Now, Charlie, you mustn’t feel too disappointed… …you know, if you don’t get the- Whatever happens, you’ll still have the candy. Oh well. That’s that. We’ll share it. Oh no, Charlie. Not your birthday present. It’s my candy bar and I’ll do what I want with it. Thank you, darling. Thank you, Charlie.