"Granny, granny,come look at me." There was excitement and urgency in my granddaughter 's voice, I hobbled as fast as I could my cane thumping on the floor. I stood there inside the door chuckling. My granddaughter had become me, She wore a tweed skirt high on the waist, A white blouse with a high collar and a bow, On her face she wore one of my specs which she had smeared with a bit of vaseline, The effect was so that she could not see clearly like me. She had put some pebbles in her shoes to enable her to hobble , Her hair she had combed into a bun. Lastly she put on white gloves which she explained she had borrowed from my cupboard. she held a dainty white laced handkerchief. "How do I look, granny?" "ME! I laughed. "You will be the best granny in your school fancy dress party. Pray, remove the vaseline from the specs or you will fall down, You can borrow my cane too, I love you dear munchkin."