Friday morning, 18th February I awoke early to do my art tutorial, with a cup of coffee.
Stop press: a face time call from three-year-old Vincent.
“Hey; Nana, your grandson wishes to talk to you.”
“Oh, nooooooo…I still have not had my breakfast!”
“Good morning Vincent”, I say with a smile.
“Love you Nanny!” I think to myself; what does he want?
“Nanny, how come you’re my mummy’s mum?” Vincent asks.
Yakes this is a curly question before breakfast, I say to myself. “Vincent, your mummy was in my tummy!”
“Hmmmmm! Well, what about grandad?”…now I am in trouble think quick! Well, sweetie I married your grandad and grandad is your mummy’s daddy! Vincent you know above your mummy’s bed there is a picture of your mummy and daddy’s wedding, well; I will show you a picture of Nana’s and Grandad’s wedding.”
I hold the phone up to our wedding photograph.
“Nanna? Who is that handsome man in the picture?”
“Vincent it is grandad! He looks just like you!”
“Nanny, Blue (a fluffy blue elephant) wants to say hello.”
“Blue and I are eating peaches…as Vincent continues to count the peach segments on his plate, one, two three come Nanny you count too!”
“Look Vincent how many pieces of fruit can you see in my box?” I say.
To encourage Vincent to eat his fruit, Nana picks up a fig from the box and bites right into it…One very big mistake! It is alive and most of it is in my gob!
I have to control myself as I try to swallow the wriggling mass in my mouth taking a big gulp so as not to make a song and dance about the contents in my mouth!
With a big smile on my face, I say; “Vincent you are such a good little boy!”
Gulp! Gulp!……and left speechless, I have to sit down and try to read a story to him.
I am saved by the arrival back home of his twin sister who wants to play…” Bye Nanny!”
Does Nana feel like breakfast?
By Bev Rowe