I spent most of the day with the grandchildren at their house (such a sacrifice) so that their parents could get on with things a bit.
At 5.15pm, I got up to go. "Granny's off now. Bye bye," I said to Grandson.
"Bye bye," he said. Then his lower lip trembled as he looked out of the window at my car. "Car?" he said hopefully.
I chose to interpret this as, "You are one of my favourite people. Please take me with you so that we can spend more quality time together." It's possible that he actually meant, "I really like vehicles and we don't have a car. I'd like to come with you and sit in your car to point out all traffic lights, taxis, buses and lorries on the journey."
"No," I said. "It's a bit late to come to Granny's house."
He looked sad.
"Maybe Mummy'll show you one of your tractor videos," I suggested.
His face brightened and he went over to the television. "Tactahs," he said enthusiastically to Daughter 1, ignoring me as I left.
Ah well.
You are one of my favourite people. I'm coming home to spend the weekend with you so that we can spend more quality time together. And maybe play with N and L too.
ReplyDeleteLove the relationship you have with him.
ReplyDeleteOh fickle youth!
ReplyDeleteI get the same treatment by the dogs - as I leave they look bereft, how will they get through the next few minutes without me? I weaken and give them a dentastix after which I cease to exist...
ReplyDeleteGrandson is still the sweetest...
Lesley xx
I am certain it was you he was sad to see leaving!
ReplyDeleteIt is hard to compete with a big moving vehicle, I think.
ReplyDeleteI think he was definitely sad that you were leaving. And I LOVE the comment left by B!
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