Being a grandparent allows you to behave like the worst parent ever. As we passed the local frozen yoghurt café, my two-year-old said, "Ithe kweme, please! Please, an ithe kweme!"
His winsome lisping for ice cream on a cold evening in the middle of October could only be ignored by the hardest of hearts (= his parents') but his grandparents - my visiting father and mother - are just suckers for his big, blue eyes.
"Ah, Lord above!" they cried, "Would you not get the child some ice cream?"
as though we'd been denying him life-saving medicine, rather than unseasonal frozen yoghurt.
|The look of triumph on a dirty face.|
|Acorn collecting - and every acorn has to have a hat.|
|Earnest faces in unusual places.|
|What better way to advertise a wine merchant's than with a big bunch of golden grapes?|
|While father and son explore the playground...|
|... baby sleeps and mama knits.|
|"Hello, cat!" ("Get lost, boychild. I disdain to answer your grovelling for I am a FELINE!"|
My poor child has a lot to learn about cats, I fear.)
|Why am I so grimly fascinated by these?|