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.
I can see the ground was ill prepared. Fortunately it matters little in the propagation of mammals. Any old technique will do the job.
ReplyDeleteWise as ever, Adrian!
DeleteI wonder how much of it SG will remember in later years, when the topic crops (!) up again, as it inevitably will.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was about 3 years old, I asked my Mum the same question. She explained, but I didn't really understand and quickly forgot it, turning my mind on more interesting things such as my latest Lego construction. A couple of years or so later, I asked again, the same explanation was given and this time, I understood it much better.
All my children seemed to ask the questions in the order in which they could be understood. Quite simple, really!
DeleteThat had me chuckling this morning, Frances. Don’t you just love them! (The grandkids not the carrots)
ReplyDeleteI love the carrots, too. I’ve no idea what he did to achieve those shapes.
DeleteI would guess that he planted them in stony ground!
DeleteWell I'm off to see my grandchild in a few minutes but at 8 months he is unlikly to ask me any awkward questions.
ReplyDeleteGosh 8 months already.
DeleteYes - it doesn’t seem like 8 months! A lovely age.
DeleteHa! I love the choice of pic Frances, they look like little malformed people! BTW uneven fertiliser spread makes them fork like that.
ReplyDeleteI was, apparently totally incurious about that particular matter, and at 14 or so, they had to ask me if I wanted to know.
I don’t think he used fertiliser, Kate. For the carrots, I mean.....
DeleteLoL!
DeleteI think I may be going potty in my old age, but just read about the “ coffin and walnut” cakes for the funeral and it really tickled me......laughing My socks off....it just got to me. Only had half a glass of g and t honest! You have a great knack for a few words being very funny. Don’t want the book to end!
ReplyDeleteFinished,! Please write another book about the next part of their lives.
ReplyDeleteFrances, I'd love to, but sequels are quite difficult. I'm currently working on a sequel to Dead Ernest, and am getting in a bit of a tangle over campervans...(long story, or it will be when I've finished!)
DeleteGreat! I think I said to you ages ago that another book about why he was by the chip shop when he died would be good! X
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