This week, we have grandkids staying with us – the eldest is 7 and he’s an amusing lad – forever in trouble, but loves coming to see Gran & Gramps (yes, I know – I’m Gramps). The youngest is 5 and he’s a cheeky chappie, has a bit of trouble with his talking – he knows all the words but he tries to say it all so quickly that no-one has a chance to understand what he’s saying!
They live up in the big smoke – just outside Slough & its imposing trading estate – I worked there for over 18 years and having lived here in North Devon for the past 8 and a bit years hope that I never have to go back – anyway, the grandkids have so much space to run a round in down this part of the world, they love the freedom that our big garden gives them compared to their postage stamp garden back home, and when the sun shines as it did today they are in their element!
Anyhow, the 7 year old came up to me as I was sitting down with a nice cold beer, BBQ lit and pork chops ready to go on, and asked very seriously whether he could ask me a question or two. There were just the two of us and I thought “oh no, here we go” as I said out loud, of course you can, what would you like to ask me?
I waited, almost holding my breath, thinking of all sorts of answers to the embarrassing question that I could feel about to come…..
Gramps, do you like bacon and banana sandwiches?
Ummm, not tried one to be honest!
Aren’t kids funny?
