In the car the grandkids are told to sit
quietly. Don’t move squirm or fiddle. Be passive. Watch the passing world. Look
without comment. Don’t annoy us. Sit still.
I adjust the aircon; adjust the radio; adjust
my seat. It’s warm in the car. I take my jumper off. I lean back and watch the road sweep up between
the rolling hills. Kay says: I need the toilet.
The next town appears and our car slides to a
stop. We all fall out of the warm car. We wander around hoping to stumble upon
a public toilet.
Kay: I’m cold.
We return to the car for her jumper.
Bruce runs non-stop. Attacking every badie he
sees on the path ahead. He runs, twists and spins around poles. He swings a sword.
Back in the car:
Kay: How much longer?
Grandfather: Now everybody together. Can you
all say. How much longer? All say it together.
Grandkids: How much longer?
Grandfather: That’s good. This time sing it.
How much longer? Are we there yet?
The grandkids sing together.
Grandfather: Very good. Bit soft though. Next
time louder with actions. Put your head on your hands and raise your eyebrows. Now
all together.
Grandfather:
Now we have the chorus. How much longer? Are we there yet? We need a
verse. What else can we say?
I see many confused faces.
Grandfather: We need a verse about sitting in
the car. We need a verse about where we are at the moment. About the road curving
past sheep and cows. We need a verse about what is happening now. About what you
are thinking?
Grandfather: What words? How would this verse
go? What are you thinking?
They all look confused and unsure of what to
say. No sound from their mouths so I have to read their minds.
Their minds say: Now we have to say a verse to
make grandfather happy. Another thing to keep grandfather happy. Grandfather sure
needs a lot of looking after.
Grandmother’s mind says: You’re more annoying
than the kids.
Kay: I’m thirsty.
Bruce: How much longer?
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