As the Tinkerous Toddler and I headed off on our weekly drive to my parents’ house, I tried once again to impress on her that her grandparents are my parents. I know she’s a little young to understand, but I thought I’d give it a go for the hell of it.
I took her through step-by-step… “my Mummy is your Nannie”… “my Daddy is your Grandad”… TT made a few positive sounding noises. Then she said, “my Grandpa’s name is Paul”. This is fact. But Grandpa isn’t my Dad, he’s my husband’s Dad.
So, I went through the scenario using my husband’s parents… “your Daddy’s Daddy is your Grandpa”… “your Daddy’s Mummy is your Granny”…
We then also went through the names of all four grandparents, one by one. And the results of all this drumming in of who grandparents are?
Up pipes the Tinkerous Toddler with “my Grandad is my Daddy”.
Another one to file under ‘so glad we weren’t in public when she said that’.
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