Craic On

The Baby Grand has arrived. I was so moved by the miracle of new life, that I went to an actual shop and purchased a small floppy rabbit suitable for babies under three months old. For clarity, this was not a real rabbit, but a stuffed toy rabbit. Then my largesse got the better of me and I decided that what every baby brother needs is a Superhero older brother, so I invested in a Batman outfit, suitable for children aged 2-4 years. The Grand may not be the Baby Grands idea of a Superhero but he’s definitely mine. “How does Batman’s mummy call him in for his food?” I asked the Grand. “Get your food,” the Grand shouted as he took off his clothes and we all jumped in to tell him that there was no need to take his pants off. “Dinner, dinner, dinner BATMAN!” I trotted out to the rhythm of the Batman theme music. There was a small hiatus in proceedings as the Grand went in search of the Bat ears that were a bit on the snug side and had pinged off. He pulled his Bat ears down as hard as he could. They swivelled r