Yesterday, Dave and I went to see the-family-member-who-declines-to-be-named, the lovely Jaine, and three year old MsX. They’d got a new telly, and needed help fixing it to the wall while keeping MsX safe.
I got the fun job…playing with MsX. We played shop, and then we drew and decorated a Christmas tree, and then MsX wanted me to draw more and more Christmas presents (boxes) so she could draw faces on them.
Don’t ask me why this was a thing. 3 year olds have their own logic, and doting grandmothers just play along. My favourite game was playing shop. In my next life I want to be a 3 year old. Always.
When the telly was fixed, MsX and I were allowed in the room to see it. I sat on the sofa, marvelling at how posh it was, Jaine organised the telly set-up with her phone, and the two men sorted out various bits and pieces, while MsX crawled in and out of a four foot long cardboard box that had housed another recent delivery.
“Play hide and seek with me, Dave!” she said. So he did. But Dave is tall. He lay on his stomach on the floor with his top half inside the box and his bum and his legs sticking outside, while MsX walked insouciantly round the box, head in the air, saying, “Hmmm, I wonder where Dave can be…”
What joy.
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