Games, T Rex’s, and banananananananas…

It’s Christmas and we’re all round at granny and grandads house for the last Christmas dinner in their old home.

As usual Fraggle and Char are going a bit wild – from the noise it seems they’re reenacting the scene from Jurassic park where the tRex eats the goat – but with more screams and possibly live farm animals rather than cgi.

“Lets pretend the dragon is eating that Char” as fraggle ignores the massive shiny pile of new toys and points to cheap plastic animals from the 70s that have appeared mysterious from the loft*.

*Granny’s around the world never throw things out as we’ve recently discovered. The immortal words “keep it – your 2nd cousin 3 times removed might like it” coming back to bite with a vengeance as they attempt to downsize. Boxes of toys, blankets, cars, old computers… even videos and slides all magically moving houses on their way to the tip.

Then someone says those horrible words, nope not dementia that was covered last post, this is waaay worse………”lets play a family game!!!”. Quick pass me the vodka! Followed by a smug look from the wife as I remember I’m designated driver.

HEADBANDZ it says on the box. The quick question game of what am I. Ok sounds simple. I mean how hard can it be to play this with a 4yo who cannot read, a 7yo with the attention span of a gnat, and a not particularly attentive gnat at that, a competitive wife who’s not designated driver and making the most of it, and the grandparents, one who at the time was waiting on the results from the last blog.

First problem with the game. You’re meant to ask questions for the others to answer yes or no to… sounds simple but when the only one answering is a 4 yo and cannot read or a 7yo who’s playing with the cat then it makes it a bit difficult.

Second problem. There’s always disagreements over what’s a fruit or vegetable. Evidently Google is wrong about a tomato. And don’t even start about what lasagne is… according to 4yo it’s not food.

Finally, don’t play it with someone with early signs of dementia. It’s heartbreaking, awkward, and hard to deal with, but also very very funny. Random guesses shouted out from kids and the young at heart whilst trying to answer. It’s a vegetable, its yellow, and its served with fish…. is it a banana? *

**chips

Making memories for the kids part 1. 

David Walliams you’re an amazing kids story teller. One of the best infact, however you’re also a git. Who decides to start a kids book about a grandparent suffering from dementia. Especially since the grand parents in this family bought said book as a present and signed “happy 7th birthday xxx love granny and grandad” for their grandson. One week later they get diagnosis no one ever wants to hear – dementia.

Look kids it’s a new book! It’s about a boy and his granddad, look wee one it’s even got cool pictures! Let’s start…”One day grandpa started to forget things.” silence, followed by an attempt at reading the next few line… “it was little things at first.”…

So far I’ve got through the first seven words of the prologue and there’s tears streaming down my face, the kids looking at me slightly madly as though an alien has landed on their bed and replaced their dad. (The little one would love that as long as it involves more snacks and milk. The big one might hold out for buttons).

Bugger, How can a bloody kids book suddenly set off a 43 year old bloke who doesn’t cry within 7 bloody words? Hell, I’ve never even cried at bambi, nor have I cried when stubbing too many toes to count, or even when lost at monopoly (which did involve police at the door) yet 7 bloody words in and I’m drowning the bairn’s bed.

Then the 7yo shows wisdom beyond his years with one magical line… “Can we read about dragons instead?”.

@davidwalliams #dementiasucks #firstblogpost #makememories