This morning, while I was enduring another hair-raising driving lesson (Note to self: do not attempt to take a sharp left turn whilst speeding), IJ stayed with Granny.
When I returned Granny looked as if she was the one who had just driven a car totally out of control, frightening her driving instructor half to death while casually remarking "I feel like Jenson Button!". Yes, Granny looked as if her nerves were slightly frazzled.
The reason for this? Well, she had just discovered that her delightful grand-daughter is no longer into fairies and princesses and all things pink.
Now she likes The Sarah Jane Adventures which Granny has never heard of. As she explained to me, one of their conversations had taken her by surprise. It went along the lines of:
Granny: Shall we play a game with your Little Mermaid doll?
IJ: (Raised voice, finger pointing in a threatening manner) No! You are an alien. I must exterminate you!
Granny: Well that's not really very nice.
IJ: You are here from another planet, you must be exterminated.
You get the gist.
As Granny leaves the house with a look of sheer relief on her face, I can hear the words "Exterminate, evil one," emanating from the sitting room.
Thankfully my next attempt to scare the living daylights out of my driving instructor falls on a day when IJ is at school.
So Granny is safe.
As long as she stays off the roads.
