So there we were Dear Reader. Me, The SBG and her smaller brother planting seeds in the greenhouse on Saturday. Having had a steward’s enquiry as to why some seeds are smaller / bigger than others (harder to explain to a 3 year old than you might think) and having removed a very well sucked stone from the small boy’s mouth we got down to the nitty gritty of planting. In the midst of the compost, pots and me removing all sharp objects from reach of small people, the following conversation took place:
SBG: (holding up a rather old runner bean seed) “I don’t think this is a very good seed Nanny”
Me: “No it’s a bit wrinkly isn’t it? Maybe we should throw that one away.”
SBG: (Looking at me in a considered fashion) “YOU’RE a bit wrinkly aren’t you Nanny?”
Me: (Noncommittally) “Er, well, a bit I suppose”.
*Another long pause*
SBG: “Well you are VERY old Nanny”.
Note to self: do not in future get into ANY conversations with small children regarding age, wrinkles or any other subject that can be turned into a conversation about age or wrinkles.
**For the record I am 45. That is NOT old. And I’m not sure that crow’s feet really count as wrinkles!