Dad pees standing up. So does Ylva.

The worst shriek of rage! I woke up and banged my head on the bunk above in sheer fright. What had happened? It wasn't entirely easy to sort out at first. But… my granddaughter Ylva, soon to turn three, had followed her dad outside to pee.

He did as guys do. Ylva watched how it was done and quite reasonably figured that if dad can, then of course so can I. These thoughts were not shared with anyone above. No sooner said than done. Down with the panties, and then she did what needed doing. It turned out to be a bit trickier, without a willy, than it had looked for dad. The pee didn't sail off in an arc but ran more or less straight down onto panties and shoes. It was a tremendous disappointment and the explanation for the screaming. The wise father, who had been thinking in terms of a potty for his daughter, sorted out the laundry and dry clothes.

They then decided to take a walk with the dog. After eight meters came the next howl. This time it was a classic trip-and-fall. Thankfully no serious injuries came of the fall, and she was clearly both awake and able to talk. Well… able to talk was debatable, but the granddaughter could be heard.

A little later it was puzzle time. I then pointed out that doing a puzzle on the floor exactly where we needed to walk was unsuitable and the stuff needed to be moved. Yours truly was then informed that this was not possible. The granddaughter had, you see, developed a sore back. We got over it.

Ylva later told her mother that she missed her great-grandmother, who had passed away fairly recently. Her mother answered as grown-ups do that great-grandma was in heaven and looking down on us. Ylva then suggested that we should go fetch her down.