The Diminutive Dowager

I throw my hands up in the air sometimes…

… saying A-O, Downton, let’s go!

<3 The Diminutive Dowager

“He was Lord Grantham’s batman when he was fighting the Boers.”

Diminutive Dowager *PAUSES* the DVD.

What I think is going through her head:

What she says:

“Doesn’t she mean WINGMAN?”

Oh my…

Me: Now, before we start watching, I’ll warn you not to be bothered with big words like “entail.” Rumour has it that half the people working on the show don’t even know what an entail really is.

Diminutive Dowager: Well that’s just silly.

Me (curiosity certainly piqued): And why is that?

Diminutive Dowager: Even I know that and I’m only EIGHT.

Me: Alright, humour me. What is an entail?

Diminutive Dowager: It’s the end of a fairy tale. I mean, honestly Aunt Jen…

Lord help me, we’re raising a Mary.

Precocious niece: “What are you watching?”

My newly renewed British self: “It’s a show called Downton Abbey. It’s amazing.”

Precocious niece: “Hey! That’s the ORIGINAL Wendy… wait… AND Professor McGonagall… AND… NO WAY… Mrs. Medlock from The Secret Garden!!! Oh, I am SO watching this.”

Dame Maggie’s brilliance transcends generations!

And thus began our trip down the Downton Abbey rabbit hole. It’s funny to hear what goes through an 8 year old’s mind during each episode. (Do note that I am mindful to show a somewhat censored version… by furiously tap dancing in front of the television during certain moments… which could account for the firmly held belief that the dear Turkish diplomat died from kissing…)

That ought to keep the boys away for a little while, at least.

Bonus!

;)