A couple of weeks ago, I went on my annual Walking Weekend with "the Lads". I've mentioned before that this epithet is becoming more and more of a misnomer with every passing year. After all, I'm 62 and I'm the youngest!
|"The Lads" - author is on the left|
"Grandad, you won't forget your hat will you? It's on the back seat."
"No, thank you Flynn, I won't forget my hat."
Apparently satisfied with this response he marched off again, but three paces later he turned around and came back to the car:
"And you won't leave anything there, will you?"
"No, Flynn, I won't leave anything there."
Turns, marches three paces forward, stops and comes back:
"Because you do forget things, you know?"
"Yes, Flynn, I know I do forget things"
Having decided that he had done all that could be humanly done to keep me on the straight and narrow, he set off for school with a cheery wave.
I always knew that there would be a time when the role of parent/child would be somewhat reversed, but I must admit I hadn't quite expected it just yet :-)