“I think it’s totally deplorable“ an attractive pink flush rose in her cheeks as she raised her voice “I only see you once a week and yet where do you decide to take me? Your Mother’s house!”
He hemmed and hawed trying to defend himself in the face of this surprising onslaught. He couldn’t really say anything, she was absolutely right so he opened his mouth to say so, but she interrupted him.
“No, don’t try to dissemble, I’ve had quite enough of your excuses” she stamped her foot this time, to emphasise her words. “Just what are you going to do about it?”
This time she gave him room to speak.
“Ok, you’re right. I admit that taking you to my Mother’s is a pretty lousy thing to do on our one day a week together but I couldn’t think of anywhere else to take you. I promise next week I will think of a better adventure. Something to give you a challenge. There is something I’d like to ask you?”
She stopped and looked up at him, wiping away a tear of frustration. “Well? What is it?”
“Firstly, I’d like you to call her Grandma and not just ‘my Mother’ you know she is very fond of you. Secondly, where does an eight-year-old learn to use words like Dissemble and Deplorable?”
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 19/October/2018