Singalong
The small niece has been regaling us with song. She started with an entirely passable (and word-perfect) medley of Half-Man, Half Biscuit songs (including exactly the right cadence for the lines "I'm going to play Pat Boone/On the county bassoon"), then gave us the naughty schoolchild's version of the Spiderman theme and finished off with a lusty rendition of "Jingle bells, Batman smells.""Who taught you these?" I asked, knowingly.
"My daddy," she beamed.
I can't help feeling territorially offended. It should properly be the uncle's job to provide the irresponsibility in the tot's life.
I bet you can find lots of other ways to disrupt her innocence - my Nan gave me her dog ends so I could practice being a dragon, blowing the smoke through my nose like she did
ReplyDeleteYes I'm surprised too, they go to school to learn these things, while traditionally a grandmother acts like Lulu's to annoy the other grandmother.
ReplyDeleteMy brother's the sort of father who buys his daughter a drum kit for her first birthday. It's difficult to compete with that.
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