Granddaddy Day Care

Toy Dinosaur

Avoid small children carrying one of these!

Folks, I love our granddaughter, but sometimes she can be tough to love.

For example, I was recently tasked with picking her up from day care and felt honoured until I discovered that I was the absolute last resort. Slightly deflated, I set sail, signed in, then endured the interrogation most strange males must get when they appear to pick up a little girl in one of these institutions.

My story checked out, so I was lead to the main holding pen where a mob of red-faced kids were running riot. Their ring-leader was Granddaughter #1.

She was delighted to see me and, racing over, threw her arms around my legs bringing the solid plastic dinosaur she was holding into direct contact with a very sensitive part of my groin.

Now, I’ve been hit in this area before by sporting balls, knees, frisbees, elbows, garden tools and on one unforgettable occasion, the rock-hard nose of a leaping dog that thought I had food in my pants’ pockets. But, nothing has hurt as much as that dinky dinosaur.

I fell to my knees in shock and my granddaughter, thinking I was stooping for a hug, gleefully headbutted me in the face.

Gripping my nose with one hand, I struggled to my feet, and avoided grasping my traumatised groin by placing the other hand on my hip and performing a demented version of the hokey pokey. The kids eagerly joined in, and through the tears I could see several attendants watching our little show and wondering what on earth was going on.

Eventually one of them realised I was drowning and wandered over to help. Together, we wrangled the little tyke out of the playground, found her bag and hat, and by the time we reached the car I was walking normally again; more or less.

“I like you picking me up Grandad!” she beamed as I wrestled her into the car seat. Gazing at her innocent, smiling, little dial I replied, “Me too darling.” Slamming her door shut, I leaned against the car and sighed, “Even if you are killing me.”

About Greg Bray

Greg Bray didn't come from Gladstone, and moved away from the place forever in his twenties then came back and settled down. He is occasionally surprised to discover he's over 50, still enjoying riding his pushbike 'Pubtruck II' and getting a buzz from writing and publishing blog posts. He is a huge fan of Bill Bryson and one day hopes to travel and write for a living...
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1 Response to Granddaddy Day Care

  1. Irene Dudley says:

    Good one Greg❤

    Liked by 1 person

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