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My
golden haired daughter dropped off her offspring the other day. She said she was
going shopping and would be back in an hour- but we both knew it was a big
fat, mendacity. I winked at my six year old granddaughter and she winked back.
And so we had a wonderful granddaughter-granddad bonding session. We read
books, watched videos and performed some amateur chemistry. At one point I
taught her to write ARSE with the
fridge magnets. Her mom came back after three hours full of fripperies and
sundry items. True to form my beautiful granddaughter showed mom her fridge
magnet extravaganza. Eyes rolled and I received
'the stare'. "That's the last time I leave you with Flaxena" (not her
real name), she hissed. Humpph! But we
both know this is not the case as my daughter loves to shop and Flaxena's
father is a real piece of shit. Next time I'll teach her some more addled
wisdom and lore. One day my daughter will thank me for my diligence. And
anyway, Flaxena is a smart little basket and can see through 'Mad Gramps' eccentricity
to profit from my distilled sagacity, even if it interspersed with a few
moments of frank insanity. Arse.
This sort of thing tends to travel through the generations. Read this and weep:Bad Grampa.
This sort of thing tends to travel through the generations. Read this and weep:
Butter wouldn't melt.... :-)
ReplyDeleteGot her granddad's eyes.
ReplyDeleteIt is our duty to spoil them rotten, teach them how to climb trees, kitchen "science" and above all...
ReplyDeleteTo grow old as disgracefully as possible.
Remember growing older is compulsory, growing up is entirely optional.
Tis true Michael. If anything we should teach them to remain children for the rest of their lives.
ReplyDeleteO/T: welcome on board the good ship / longship Martin Scriblerus!
ReplyDeleteThank you Sackerson, it is an honour to belong to a federation of independent thinkers.
ReplyDeleteIndeed welcome to the Scribblers club. I'll stick the badge on for you when I get home at the weekend. Still in Yorkshire and it's pissing down. Arse!
ReplyDeleteThanks Mr D. As you know I'm as techy as a dead ferret.....
DeleteI can see the humour in her face. She will go far.
ReplyDeleteShe'll be her own person.
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