I have some great conversations with my granddaughter Lauren. I really should have recorded them all.
The problem is I haven't to laugh. She hates you laughing at her. However sometimes it's hard to keep a straight face.
On the way back from the park this afternoon this was how the conversation went:
Lauren: Niamh's grandma got runned over by a bus.
Me: I hope she's better now.
Lauren: No, she's in the ground. That's what happens when you get runned over, you get digged in the road!
There's no answer to that!
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