ONE thing about being a parent, means you have a fair chance of becoming a grandparent. And be amused by the things youngsters say.
Like the little boy who asked his grandad how old he was.
“I’m not sure,” said grandad, with a twinkle in his eye.
“Look in your underwear,” the boy said.
“Mine says I’m four to six.”
Then there was the little girl who was pounding away on her grandfather’s word processor. She told him she was writing a story.
“What’s it about?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” she replied. “I can’t read yet.”
Or how about the grandson who said: “Grandma, do you know how you and God are alike?”
“No,” she said, rather pleased at the comparison. “How are we alike?”
“You’re both old,” he said.
And the little girl who telephoned to wish her grandma happy birthday.
“How old are you, grandma?” she said.
“I'm 80,” said grandma, and there was a long pause.
Then the little girl asked: “Did you start at one?”