Looking after small children is hard work, but there can be unexpected rewards. My little granddaughter was about three years old when this conversation took place and grandma er … just a bit older than her teeth.
Annie: I know, you hide and I seek.
Grandma: I don’t think that’s a good idea.
G: Because we’re sitting outside the post office next to a busy road for one thing. And other, a nasty man might come along and take you away while I’m hiding!
A. Would you cry Grandma?
G: Yes I would and so would your mummy and daddy and granddad.
A. And Uncle Dunky?
A. And Uncle Willum?
G. Yes and Uncle Robert and Aunty Hannah and Aunty Clare …
A. Is that a nasty man Grandma?
G. No that’s Doctor Rolly, he always looks like that. I know, let’s play what can I see. I can see a big flag.
A. I can see a dandylion
G. I can see a fairy
G. Peeping through the branches of that willow tree.
A. Can’t see a fairwee
G. You can’t see him with your ordinary eyes, you have to use the ones right inside your head. Look again, can you see him now?
A. Yes I can! What’s his name?
G. Well some people call him Robin Goodfellow and others Puck, but he has lots of names.
A. I don’t tink his name is Wobin.
G. Oh? What do you think his name is then?
G. Mick! That’s a funny name for a fairy!
A. But you said he had lots of names!