The matter with human beans, so says the BFG, is that they is absolutely refusing to believe in anything unless they is actually seeing it right in front of their own schnozzles.

Not so with my two children. They found the whole production of The BFG so compelling, they wanted to know why the fleshlumpeating and gizzard gulping giants didn’t come to take a bow at the end (they were actually models).

The enormous model feet, complete with warts and jumping head lice, thundered onto the stage when searching for little Sophie in the BFG’s cave.

And the huge hands actually grabbed a boy off the stage, throwing back only his blood-stained top.

All this makes the show sound far more terrifying than it actually was.

The BFG was indeed a very friendly fellow, although I think I would have preferred him to be a little bigger but then, as he says, 24ft is ‘puddlenuts’ in Giant Country. Joshua Manning seemed something of a Russell Brand-style BFG with his long hair and swagger.

My little snapper whippers, aged seven and five, loved the whizzpopping scene when Sophie and the BFG danced around the stage after drinking ‘frobscottle’. The music was marvellous.

Joshua Manning as The BFG

And, they laughed out loud when the BFG did a whizzpopper in front of the Queen.

Mike Goodenough stole the show with his panto dame-inspired take on HRH. He was hilarious and had the audience chuckling with just a look or a frown.

Having loved all of Roald Dahl’s books as a child, and now once again as a mum, I have to say that David Wood’s adaptation is not quite the way I envisaged the story and I felt that, had we not have read the book, we might have been left with a few questions at the end.

But then that’s the wonder of a legendary storyteller such as Dahl, who, by feeding a reader’s imagination, can take them on a voyage of discovery that can be quite different to the next person’s experience.

Lara Wollington as Sophie, Joshua Manning as The BFG plus ensemble

There certainly was plenty of magic in the show, from the illuminated paper ‘dream jars’ and the breathtaking journey into Dream Country to the acrobatic army and air force leaders.

And I spotted there were plenty of people in the audience without children, who were thoroughly enjoying the play, which just goes to prove what a scrumdiddlyumptious Christmas show it is for everyone. Is I right or is I left?

Runs until January 24. Visit www.birmingham-rep.co.uk or call the box office on 0121 236 4455 for tickets.