Thursday, 30 August 2018
Of kids and carrots
Smallest grandson: Granny, why you don't got any kids?
Me: I've got four, but they're all grown up. (I tell him that his father, his aunt and two of his uncles are my "kids".)
SG: Where was I? (when they were born).
Me: (sensing problems) You didn't exist.
SG: How did I get here? (I was right)
There follows a euphemistic discussion about seeds.*
SG: Like Daddy's carrots?
Me; Yes! Just like Daddy's carrots! (Phew)
Those are Daddy's carrots in the photo above, as posted on Facebook. I'm glad to say that his children are better formed than his vegetables. He has some way to go in the horticultural department.
*I'd like to add that I have no problem discussing the provenance of babies, but as a grandmother, I know my place.