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poliphiloA story my daughter tells. I may have embroidered it a little.
There are two groups in our eldest granddaughter's class at school. There are the kids who are already acting like dumb teens- with the make-up and the boyfriends and the Taylor Swift- and the ones who are hanging onto their mischief. Our eldest granddaughter is a leader of the second group.
A day or two back (it being half term) the two groups were hanging out in the park. The dumb girls were in a huddle and our granddaughter (who grew up in a house with pictures of Jimi Hendrix on the wall) was standing at a little distance holding out her phone in their direction. Our daughter asked her what she was doing, and she said, "They're over there listening to their rubbish music, so I'm blasting them with Nirvana for their own good."
There are two groups in our eldest granddaughter's class at school. There are the kids who are already acting like dumb teens- with the make-up and the boyfriends and the Taylor Swift- and the ones who are hanging onto their mischief. Our eldest granddaughter is a leader of the second group.
A day or two back (it being half term) the two groups were hanging out in the park. The dumb girls were in a huddle and our granddaughter (who grew up in a house with pictures of Jimi Hendrix on the wall) was standing at a little distance holding out her phone in their direction. Our daughter asked her what she was doing, and she said, "They're over there listening to their rubbish music, so I'm blasting them with Nirvana for their own good."
