The TMI Files. Heredity And The Five (And A Half) Year Old.Discussion in the car yesterday:
Magilla: Mum, did you say last week that I have your dad's ears and your eyebrows?
Me: Yes I did. You have my dad's ears, my hair and eyebrows, and your dad's mouth and nose and skin.
Magilla: Oh. How?
Me: Well, you're made up of your dad and I, just as I'm made up of my parents. I have my dad's nose and my mum's mouth. Auntie T looks like my mum, like I do, and Uncle M looks like Pop. You look like your dad.
Magilla: You don't look like Grandma.
Me: That's because Grandma isn't my mum. My mum, your nana, got sick and died before you were born. Then Pop met Grandma and they liked each other a lot, and loved each other so they got married. And Pop got sick and died last year.
Magilla: Grandma must be trying really hard not to kill herself, hey, Mum?
This is not an exact transcript, but near enough lol! I nearly drove off the road laughing!
For the record, I spoke to Grandma this morning just to make sure she's still trying not to kill herself.