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Our fabulous and funny columnist, comedian Jenny Eclair, is here to tell it like it is, in her own witty way…
For those of you who have been reading this column for a while, you’ll know, I am the proud owner of an 18-month-old grandson. According to my daughter, I don’t own him, but I beg to differ, on Tuesdays, he is mine!
Because the boy is now a toddler, and is no longer lying on his back on a mat, we must do activities. This is so that he learns how to socialise, share with other children and pick up some of their fancy tricks/millions of viruses/nits/ fungal infections – seriously, my nose has not stopped running since this child was born. I digress.
On Tuesdays, boy and I go to a singing and interactive playgroup, whilst Pappa (Grandpa) goes somewhere local for a nice cup of coffee because he’s not good at floor-based activities. In our music class, we take our shoes off and join in. I’m not big on joining in, but if it’s for the lad’s benefit, then I will bloody well join in. Here’s the thing, I have a horrible feeling, he wishes I wouldn’t.
At these classes, most toddlers sit either on their carer’s knee or within a few feet of them. This is because most children are reassured by their mum/nana/nanny/Dad/etc and like to keep firmly tethered. Not so my grandson, Arlo likes to get as far away from me as possible and I think I know why. He is embarrassed, the child is embarrassed because I insist on singing al
