Alien Invasion

Sexing Aliens

The last few stragglers are leaving church.
ED (Elder Daughter) is in the process of rounding up her brood
DH to G3 (aged 8) "And that includes you!"
G3 (aged 8) is straight back at him
"Oh no it doesn't! I am coming to your house!"
DH looks at me for affirmation, as visions of an afternoon nap disappear.
I affirm that G3 (aged 8) has indeed invited herself for dinner. For some reason, G4 (aged 5) appears to have got out of bed the wrong side this morning. This way I am at least removing one potential source of conflict from the equation, for the short term anyway.

G3 (aged 8) is a free spirit and spurns the colouring sheets I offer, preferring to do her own designs. I have to confess that I was so preoccupied with the 'Zaphod Beeblebrox' element of the design, that I never got beyond asking the name of this curious creature. Rainbow Alien was the reply. With such a name I think I assumed that it was female, but upon closer inspection, I am having my doubts...

I often feel that the grandchildren live in a different world that overlaps with ours. They have different expectations, different habits. Technology is an integral part of their lives. G5 (aged 3) mastered using the photos app on an iPhone at a very early age. She is also ruthless if anyone should disturb her viewing of photographs or her favourite video of Granddad blowing down a piece of drainpipe.  The other day my phone rang, and she had hung up on the caller before I had time to register that my phone was ringing!

True to form the KHT disappeared as soon as she had consumed her lunch, leaving G3 (aged 8) to battle with her peas.
"Take your time, there is no hurry. Granddad and I will just enjoy a coffee before we do pudding..."
With cake and ice cream on the menu G3 (aged 8) had both time and incentive to chase those naughty peas, and we were clearly not in a hurry. At home, I suspect that she would have been able to get away without eating these troublesome vegetables. No such luck when dining with grandparents with alien expectations, and no younger siblings to act as a distraction. We did give her a spoon to help accomplish the task.






But who are the aliens? The grandparents, who grew up drawing on the back of recycled paper, or the grandchildren, who assume that all resources are in unlimited supply? Meanwhile, we will just enjoy glimpses into each other's worlds.

G3 (aged 8) spent a good portion of the afternoon watching a Spongebob movie with the KHT, before reappearing to eye up the box of chocolates I have been given.
"Plenty of Kitkats and lollies on offer. We probably have some biscuits too... Ask Granddad, he is the expert on such matters"

The chocolates are reserved for Grandma the Alien, and will be savoured at leisure.