oggbashan
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On the way home from meeting her aunts, my ten-month-old granddaughter visited her other grandparents at the weekend. They weren't at home because they were at the Karoake evening in their local large pub.
My daughter and son-in-law were dubious about going there to meet them because no children are allowed in the pub after 9pm. However the granddaughter liked the doorman. He was the first black man she had seen except at a distance. She was fascinated with his skin tones especially on his hands and held her arms out to be carried by him. He did. Right into the pub.
She bounced to the karaoke and seemed to enjoy it. She was passed around the pub for people to cuddle and giggled most of the time. However she made it clear that the doorman was her preferred person, except of course for her Mum.
My youngest daughter and her husband had just returned from a trip to rural India to attend the full scale wedding of one of their friends. My daughter and son-in-law had to dress in formal Indian attire. Her sari was inexpertly worn so a gaggle of aunts descended on her to show her exactly how her sari should be drapped. After hours/days of dancing and several changes of clothes, my daughter was still being helped with her draperies.
Two of the very young relatives couldn't keep away from her. Not only was she an unusual pallid pink colour but she had the shortest hair they had ever seen on an adult, male or female. Everywhere my daughter went she had two attendants who were delighted to find at the dress adjustments that she was the same interesting colour all over. The adults were less obviously interested but several times she was asked why she had such short hair. She doesn't think that they believed the explanation that short hair is better under a surgeon's cap and doesn't get in her way when she plays football.
My granddaughter likes stroking her aunt's short hair. She strokes it as she does the cats' fur. Her other aunt, mum and grandmother have their hair pulled. Sometimes she even has the temerity to pull granddad Og's beard.
Og
My daughter and son-in-law were dubious about going there to meet them because no children are allowed in the pub after 9pm. However the granddaughter liked the doorman. He was the first black man she had seen except at a distance. She was fascinated with his skin tones especially on his hands and held her arms out to be carried by him. He did. Right into the pub.
She bounced to the karaoke and seemed to enjoy it. She was passed around the pub for people to cuddle and giggled most of the time. However she made it clear that the doorman was her preferred person, except of course for her Mum.
My youngest daughter and her husband had just returned from a trip to rural India to attend the full scale wedding of one of their friends. My daughter and son-in-law had to dress in formal Indian attire. Her sari was inexpertly worn so a gaggle of aunts descended on her to show her exactly how her sari should be drapped. After hours/days of dancing and several changes of clothes, my daughter was still being helped with her draperies.
Two of the very young relatives couldn't keep away from her. Not only was she an unusual pallid pink colour but she had the shortest hair they had ever seen on an adult, male or female. Everywhere my daughter went she had two attendants who were delighted to find at the dress adjustments that she was the same interesting colour all over. The adults were less obviously interested but several times she was asked why she had such short hair. She doesn't think that they believed the explanation that short hair is better under a surgeon's cap and doesn't get in her way when she plays football.
My granddaughter likes stroking her aunt's short hair. She strokes it as she does the cats' fur. Her other aunt, mum and grandmother have their hair pulled. Sometimes she even has the temerity to pull granddad Og's beard.
Og
