DD (3) came downstairs earlier this week and said ‘mummy, there’s a man in my room and he knows my name.’
Cue frantic search upstairs through cupboards, under beds etc. Nothing.
I asked he what this man looked like, he apparently had a hat on and ‘bits of material from his trousers and over his shoulders’ which I assumed to be braces. He was old, very tall, with sticky out ears and had ‘a nice, squishy face.’
I told DH and he said that she’d described his DF to a Tee. DH’s DF would’ve been 110 had he still been alive, he was 40 odd years older than DH’s DM. He died before DH was born.
He dug an old photo album out and sure enough, loads of pictures of this old man with a very kind, soft featured face, very prominent ears, a hat, braces and very tall. DH sat DD on his lap this evening and went through the photo album. After flicking through the album she went back to one particular picture and said ‘mummy, that’s the man who knew my name.’
DH is freaked out but I think it’s quite nice.