our great grandson Zachary's own birthday cake has landed at last.
For a little boy who likes to introduce space monsters or aliens into almost every game he plays,
what better design for your cake than this one
his mum has made.
When we come to the inevitable point in any game where he turns to me,
eyes wide with horror, and cries,
" The Aliens! The Aliens!"
I have always responded with something like,
such as, say,
shooting them down.
Come to think of it,
these Aliens don't just appear in games,
but have been spotted on a pretty regular basis in everyday places like
Mc Donalds, Tesco,...
Only last week for instance,
we were cruising through the jungle in a canoe
which was somewhat incongruously upholstered very much like our settee,
and, it being a weekday like any other,
we took the lions and tigers in the undergrowth very much in our stride.
We did just casually point them out to the "babies",
(i.e rag doll, panda, and teddy),
who we had snuggled in a blanket between us for safety.
We didn't even flinch when Zach had to beat off an apparently
"hoooge" crocodile I hadn't spotted.
Then suddenly up went the cry,
"The Aliens! The Aliens!"
and immediately realising our peril I did my imperious,
never known to fail,
"Go away Aliens! You can't hurt us!"
in my best "Nana ain't fooling!" voice.
I don't know what affect it had on the Aliens, but Zachary gently patted my hand,
and leaning in close, said kindly,
"It's alright Nana. It's only men in costumes".
At that moment I understood that a fellow of
almost three years old
isn't going to be taken in by silly make believe.
It was a bit of a relief therefore when that flipping crocodile
had to be beaten off again a second later.
I would have felt such a fool to have been floating through that jungle all on my own.