|Our little Mia - a few months before this event|
In the car last week together with my son, my husband and my granddaughter: we were off to the shops when my usually very quiet grandchild suddenly announced very sweetly and looking at me - "Little Bugger" . On seeing my reaction (shock/horror followed swiftly by ill-concealed amusement), she capitalized on the moment and proceeded to chant the ill-chosen words at an ever-increasing volume, clearly enjoying the poetry of the sound, but causing us to have to remain in the car, now parked at the mall, windows firmly shut, until we had managed to distract her. Where did she learn this, I wondered, although I was pretty sure it would have been from my son: I do recall having had to chastise him on numerous occasions when he was small with this epithet I had in turn learnt at my mother's knee. Turns out that she had run into my son's study, (he works from home and was busy on a conference call), jumped onto his knee and joyfully shouting "Pipe Organ" (this I gather is from an educational App for toddlers her dad had downloaded onto his iPad for her) and thumped up and down on his keyboard, effectively destroying a large part of his spread sheet. It was with some apprehension that we entered the lift but luckily, our little girl's customary shyness asserted itself and we travelled up three floors with our fellow passengers in respectful silence. Whew! Oddly enough, I am not one to normally worry what other people think - except in this sort of situation.