We were having a lovely afternoon in the last of the sunshine before the heavens opened on Saturday with the small people. TG has installed a tree swing which is proving very popular and he was pushing the Eldest Baby Girl and the conversation went thus…
TG: You’ll have to get off now because it’s time to go home.
EBG: Really Pops it’s too early.
TG: Nanny needs to have her hair cut so we need to drop you home first.
EBG: Why is is Nanny getting her hair cut? I like it as it is.
Me: Because I’m not going to be Rapunzel like you are (her hair is down to her bottom and she is hoping a stint as Rapunzel might be on the cards) so I need to get my hair cut.
EBG: (with a considered look on her face) No Nanny you’re not going to be Rapunzel are you. You’re always just going to be Nanny.
Me: Just Nanny?
EBG: Yes. Just Nanny.
I had a tear in my eye.