Our Farm Girl is growing taller everyday.
Her personality is growing, too.
Once upon a time (not that long ago) we could utter, willy-nilly, decrees and proclamations absolutely sure in the knowledge she would do her level best to carry out directives and follow the rules; generally with a spring in her step and a smile on her face.
Now, don’t get us wrong: she’s not doing the whole teenage petulance thing. Rather, when once our word was accepted as law, suddenly Farm Girl has started using the “W” word; she wants to know why. Even more than that, she’s not backwards at coming forwards at constructing a rather convincing, logical argument in her favour. In fact, several times lately, one or the other of the more, shall we say, experienced Homesteaders have caught ourselves on the brink of screaming the one phrase we promised our teenage selves, way back then, we would never utter.
The biggest tussle, by far, has been over watching the Doctor; Doctor Who, that is.
It can be quite scary, we said.
Well, isn’t that up to me to deal with? She calmly replied.
The themes can be very adult.
I don’t mind if you choose episodes you feel appropriate.
But those daleks! They’re downright spooky.
Really? (cynical raise of the eyebrow). But then you can be a little (clearing of throat) sensitive about that sort of thing.
A truce was called when someone, it may have been The Goat Herd, discovered The Sarah Jane Adventures were playing on Sky on Demand. For those who aren’t Tardis-ly Minded, Sarah Jane is a one-time companion of the Doctor who now spends her time saving Earth from the more kid-friendly of his alien foe. It worked a treat; Farm Girl was very happy watching Sarah Jane and her little band of helpers dealing to Slitheen, Judoon and the likes. That is, right up until the episode David Tennant (undoubtedly The Homestead’s favourite Doctor) appeared in, The Wedding of Sarah Jane Smith, and we were right back at square one again.
On Sunday it was The Doctor’s most fervent Homesteader fan, The Farmer’s, turn to host morning tea. He laid the platter of garlic bread (made to his own recipe) onto the table with the hint of a twinkle in his eye and then with a barely discernible wink in Farm Girl’s direction, he unveiled his chosen phrase.
Taking a moment for us to digest his message, he then turned to Farm Girl and bowed.
“Young Padawan,” he intoned in a voice straight from The Lion King (truly it made sense at the time), “It is time.” Then, The Farmer once more, he added, “Let the kid squeeze some Tardis action into her life. It’s the person, after all.”
How could we refuse?!