Today S and I along with the family headed up to my grandparents to catch up and see their new digs. Hidden away in the back-blocks of Terrigal on Sydney’s Central Coast, they’ve got a great house with a welcoming garden patio area out back.
We spent most of the day scoffing and catching up, but as E&K’s M got more and more restless I wandered over to her and started teaching her useful games like how to throw pebbles in Grandma’s birdbath and how to find all the invisible snakes in the garden.
Like many games with young children I grew weary of the games just as M was warming up — playing hide and seek in a garden that has nowhere to hide really gets stale pretty quickly — and so I tried another tactic instead of blank refusal — tire her out.
Piggy backs, on my shoulders, spun around in circles till I’m ready to pass out — I tried them all to no avail…
It wasn’t till after about fifteen minutes of crawling around on my hands and knees that I noticed that the lawn wasn’t quite as spotless as I initially thought.
Grandma has a little dog and my guess is the pooper scooper had been out of action for some time…