Observations – Page 8

Summer Comes

Springtime sun shines down.

Sea and sand are warming now.

Soon the tourists come.

Granddaughter (age 7): I don’t like meat.

Me: But that’s meat.

Granddaughter: No it’s not. It’s a chicken nugget.

Grandson (aged 5): There’s a slug in my welly. (Removes welly to take a look.) No. It’s just a rock!

I’m not sure, but I think he was disappointed.

Me: I spy with my little eye something beginning with ‘m’

Grandson (aged 5): A . . . mbulance

Granddaughter (age 8): You have hair on your arm.

Me: Yes.

Granddaughter: Did it fall from your head?