Family dinner night and the grandkids come bouncing through the door, each shouting in their uniquely boisterous way “Hello Grandad.”
They rush in to find the toy box and joyfully pull every toy out before deciding what play they will make with the selected toys.
Then there is a boisterous tug and fro over one toy, each child claiming they had it first. Their voices rise with the growing frustration of each not getting what they want.
Their mother intervenes and for a moment there is a lull as a solution is found. Grandchildren four, five and six arrive and one being the older of the grandkids is immediately set upon by his younger cousins. He produces his latest piece of technology and I’m grateful for him as he is able to quell the mounting pressure within the room.
They sit around him as he shows them the game that occupies their minds while we adults discuss family issues.
Suddenly grandchild two breaks away and returns to the toy box and there find there is no competition and so takes the plastic hammer and begins bashing everything he can see. He attracts the ire of not only his mother but his cousins and before long boisterous once again becomes the family norm.