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Hilary Coombes

I recently stayed with our daughter and her family in the UK. Eddie is now six and his younger sister is 2 ¾ years old. They made me laugh and brought me back to the simple things in life in an instant.

As a writer I always have my little book with me ready to jot down sentences and ideas, so whenever they said something funny or odd I’d scribble a few lines to remind me later.

As so many people enjoyed the first article in this series, I thought you’d like to spend time with my lovely grandchildren again.

So, forget any woes, just read on …

OLD AT 18?

My 6-year-old Grandson was pulling his hair back painfully tight from his forehead.

EDDIE "Grandma” he asked looking rather strange as even his young skin was joining the journey backwards. “Do I look bald?"

ME: “Not really, why do you want to look bald?"

EDDIE: "Yes, you've got to be bald like Daddy to be a man!" (His Daddy is not bald; he’s only receding a little)

ME: "No you haven't Eddie, not all men are bald. John isn't bald." (John is his Daddy’s 16-year-old brother)

EDDIE: "John who? I don't know anyone called John."

ME: "Yes, you do, Uncle John."

EDDIE: "Oh, he's not a proper man. I want to be old, really old, so I need to be bald."

ME: "How old do you want to be?"

EDDIE: "Oh at least 18."

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CONCERN ABOUT THE RAIN

I was driving along with my two and a half year old granddaughter sitting in the back of the car when suddenly the skies opened and the rain was so heavy it was as though we were sat in a washing machine. I pulled over and stopped the car.

MELISSA: “Grandma! Grandma! Look at that.” (She was pointing to the front windscreen where the gallons of rain was very noisily beating down).

ME: “The rain will pass over in a minute, you’ll see.”

MELISSA: “Don’t worry Grandma. I’m here.”

ME: “That’s good.”

MELISSA: “And yes, you mustn’t worry about the windscreen. Look it can’t get in. Those ‘wind-washers’ will knock it away.”

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FIRST AID

EDDIE: “Grandma, in a war does a soldier have a first aid kit?”

ME: “Um …probably.” (I had a mind to the next question if I went into too much detail)

EDDIE “A second aid kit?”

ME: “I’ve never heard of a second aid kit.”

EDDIE: “Never heard of it!”

ME: “No. What’s in it?”

EDDIE: “Chocolate to make you run faster.”

ME: (trying not to laugh). “Oh.”

EDDIE: “Of course it makes you better too. Well, maybe.”

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GOING TO BED

I had just read Melissa her bedtime story and was ready to kiss her goodnight.

MELISSA: “Grandma, are you sleeping at my house tonight?”

ME: “Yes, Grandad and I are staying here for a few days.”

MELISSA: “Yeah! Good. Are you sleeping in your bed tonight.” (Melissa thinks of the bed in the spare room as being mine I think.)

ME: “Yes.”

MELISSA “You could sleep in my bed if you want?”

ME: “No, this is your bed. There isn’t room for two people.”

MELISSA: “I know. I know.” (Her excitement was obvious). ‘But, why don’t you sleep under my bed? You could have one of my teddies to cuddle then.”

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MEDICINE

EDDIE: “Do you have any medicine?”

ME: “What kind of medicine?”

EDDIE: “Get well medicine Grandma.” (I suppose I did ask a silly question)

ME: “What’s the matter, don’t you feel very well?”

EDDIE: (he sort of changes the subject) “Well, you see if you hide one teaspoon of get well medicine, it turns into chocolate.”

Me: “Oh”

Eddie: “But Grandma, it doesn’t happen quickly. You’ve got to leave it a whole five minutes.”

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HOW OLD ARE YOU GRANDAD?

EDDIE: “How old are you Grandad?”

GRANDAD: “I’m twenty-one.”

EDDIE: “My Mum’s is older than you.” (His Mum is our daughter)

GRANDAD: “Is she? How old is she?”

EDDIE: “She’s very very old. She’s at least 40.”

GRANDAD: (He’s trying not to laugh)

EDDIE: “But Grandad, I think you must be telling me little lies or you’ve forgotten how old you are.”

GRANDAD: “I will whisper it to you Eddie. Don’t tell Grandma.”

EDDIE: “I won’t tell anybody Grandad.”

GRANDAD: “I’m 68.”

EDDIE: (nodding seriously) “You can trust me.”

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EDITOR: You can read Part 1 of Hilary's 'Cheer up and laugh' here.

Meet The Author...
Hilary Coombes
Who Am I?

Hi folks, just a bit about me …I was born in Devon and brought up in Bristol. After juggling family and studying for university as a mature student I taught in various schools and colleges, eventually specialising in teaching blind students which was so rewarding.

I now live between Somerset and Spain with my husband, and at last I can indulge my passion to write. My debut novel ‘The Hen Party’ was accepted by a publisher and is now available on Amazon. (I’ve been floating on air since I knew!) It's about a flamboyant 50 year old woman who is forced to confront her deeply buried feelings when one of her companions reveals a secret.

I believe we all need to be happy and healthy to enjoy life so I do my best to ensure my writing makes people smile.

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