Becoming a horse and then a donkey
Braying and all.
Singing songs
Made up on the spot
About birds, babies, grandma's, grandads, baby sisters& pretty flowers and
Then instructed to add in mama and
dada too.
The cat is her favourite
So Chanel was included into the song
as well
All to the tune of ' Are you sleeping brother John!
Having biscuits dipped into my tea
And dreading that they dissolve and fall in!
Something I don't like.
Seeing the hallroom being upset and smiling
Knowing fully well that it's become the norm.
Standing on one leg with eyes closed.
Hopping and catching and dreading falling !
Teaching her to be sly by giving her a piece of chocolate with the clear instructions
" Let's not tell mama"
Cajoling her to drink water in vain
While filling myself with glass after glass
And feeling bloated.
Forcing myself to stay awake
And missing my weekend slumber.
Doing silly magic tricks to amuse her.
Counting fingers and toes- hers and mine.
Pretending to be a blind man and scaring her in the bargain!
The fun of being ' Gra- pa'
That's what she calls me
And I love it!
Afternoons like this are magical.
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