Recently, I heard the first joke,
"Grandad, why did the banana go to the doctor?"
"I don't know. Why did the banana go to the doctor?"
"Because he wasn't peeling very well."
And there are those little rituals. For instance, whenever we first arrive at the house, through a process I haven't completely sussed out yet, I can be switched from climbing frame to slide, and bouncy castle in just a few a minutes. I'm sure it's all done with mirrors.
At the end of a visit, we used to say our farewells with a kiss and cuddle, before they all toddled off to busy themselves with matters more urgent than seeing their grandparents disappear. Now, we get the full chorus of goodbyes, blown kisses and…funny faces, from the doorstep. Yes, it's that time folks, when the tongues are popped out, the thumbs and splayed fingers twist at the temples like mini antlers on hinges, and the competition is on. I found that responding in a likewise manner, came very naturally to me, and I was a little puzzled...
until I discovered this photograph!