“So did you do that in the olden days?”
The question just pops out while we watch a war movie on TV.
I look at him. “I know I’m old but I’m not THAT old you know.”
He looks at me blankly obviously not understanding a word that I have said and resumes watching TV.
After a while, he pipes up: “Well did you? Before you were a grown up?”
‘Olden days’ I fear is an elastic term in our household it can take in what happened only a few years ago before Bog Boy was born or it could go back to prehistoric times and lighting fires using flints.
And Grown-ups to Bog Boy are an amorphous blob. They are just grown-ups rather than people of differing or even different ages. It dawned on me that he may not be able to work out people’s ages just by looking and I got kinda scared. What if he thought I looked just like MY Mum and that in fact he thought I was as old as her?
I had to ask if he thought Granny was older than Mummy or vice versa.
This is the same Granny who was only
complaining suggesting at Christmas that I dye my hair to cover all the grey, not because she thought I would look better but because she felt she was too young to have a grey-headed daughter.
This is the same Granny who for the past thirty years has weighed less than her daughter – though having lost a whole bunch of weight I am now redressing that balance.
So this age issue takes on a certain amount of significance.
I wait with bated breath.
“Well you say you’re 21 and Granny has to be older than you because she’s your Mummy…..”
Oh what a relief!
“…So she must be 29….”
I think that’s a good an answer as any don’t you?