A couple of weeks ago when our daughter and her 4 year old had been with us for the weekend, I was preparing to leave with them to stay for a few days to help decorate my grandaughter's bedroom. On hearing that I would be going as well the conversation with her mummy went like this:
Imogen - "Is Grandad Bob coming as well"?
Mummy - "no, just Nanny"
Imogen - "what if he's lonely - perhaps he'll fall"
My daughter assured her that he would be fine and we set off - and he was fine.
Today he went off to Malvern for the weekend to do the show he set off to do last week!
And no, I won't be lonely but my grandaughter's remark came back to me when, stepping from the utility room back into the kitchen, I tripped and measured my length across the floor. I wasn't hurt and had to smile again at the wisdom of the young.
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