A few months back Mark’s dad popped into SA for some business and he stayed with us. Emma took to granddad straight away. We had told her so much about him and of course, he had had been the bearer of one her favourite toys ever, her waybaloo doll.
On Day 2 of being with us, I asked Emma to please call granddad as supper was ready. She stood in the lounge and yelled “G-Dad, supper’s ready!”
After the hysterics had passed we looked at it a little closer. Why ‘g-dad’? How did she know that granddad started with a ‘g’?
Needless to say the name has stuck and granddad is smitten!
Somethings don’t need explanations or answers…somethings are just meant to be enjoyed!