“And that’s how valleys were made!” says Daddy, utterly proud of himself as he helps Mini-Me into her carseat. He’s just had her looking over one of Donegal’s most beautiful valleys, The Poison Glen.
They’ve stood out, looking and pointing and chatting, with Daddy being ‘the business’, informing her, teaching her, being the Daddy of all knowledge, and her little ears taking it all in. I’ve been in the car with a sleeping Princess who quite frankly couldn’t give a hoot about anything other than when she next gets to eat or sleep.
He straps himself in and starts to drive.
‘Did the Ice-age really happen then?’ she asks, still wide eyed.
‘It did indeed.’ he answers smugly.
‘Oh Millions of years ago.’
I’m enjoying this. It’s nice having someone else answer her questions! It reminds me of when I was her age and my Daddy knew EVERYTHING about EVERYTHING too. I was in awe of him. (I still am.)
The Him’s enjoying it too. He smiles his handsome smile at me as he stops at a junction. Superdaddy…
‘Millions of years ago Daddy? Really?’ There’s doubt in her voice/
‘Yep. Millions and millions of years ago…’
‘And was it really cold?’
‘It was. So cold that everything was covered in ice!’
(I know what’s coming in the way that only a Mammy can know what’s coming…)
‘So did Granny have to buy you a warmer coat?’
And just like that, his ice bubble was shattered into millions of pieces. It’s amazing how quickly thathandsome smile can be replaced by Grumpy grump!
I turned up the heating. It was suddenly quite chilly in the car…