How Old Is Peppa Pig's Dad Novels & Stories

I've never seen him in my life. "I am Mark Phillips, Your dad Jacob's father. So that would make me your grandfather," he said and smiled.

"Hi dad! How're you doing?" I greeted, as soon as he entered the living room. Dad looked so bizarre. His grey hairs and wrinkled face made him look like he was far into his seventies, whereas he was just in his late fifties. His looks resembled those of my grandpa, when he was alive.

"Of course I got rid of it." Quentin froze like he'd taken a bolt straight to the chest. His face twitched. Fear lit up his eyes. His voice cracked, rusty. "That was our kid. How could you—how could you do that? We used to dream about this. We were so hyped to be parents. Why didn't you even tell me?" Seven years. Over two thousand nights of being his. I used to dream up our wedding, our babies. Had a name for the kid tucked away. Saw us in the garden, tiny fingers in mine.

she exclaimed in shock. He nodded his head. “If you’re 801-year-old, then how old is he?” she asked him. “My dad is 3000 years old.” He told her with a grin. Her mouth fell open. He moved his head closer and blew on the inside of her mouth, making her jerk back and close her mouth. She looked at him with a scowl. “It’s better than a bug flying in.” He told her and chuckled. “Haha.” she said sarcastically.

]] we both peered over the stairs to see dad looking up at us with a plate of food in his hand and a big grin on his face, he quickly put his plate down and ran up the stairs and took the tests from my hand and stared down at them then back up at my mom. [[ Lina! we're gonna have another pup! ]] (( you're not mad? )) his smile fell [[ why would I be mad? ]] (( because, we're both so, so old now, I mean our daughter is already an adult and we're gonna have to go back to diapers and late nights and everything )) [[ Molina! we are having another pup! our pup is growing inside you, again! part of me and part of you! again! we get to experience the joy all over again, I never thought that this wo

Dad's expression turns wry as he informs me, "Your mom's been ill for weeks because she's pregnant." The news catches me off guard, and "What?" escapes my lips before I can contain it. Although they're not too old to have children – Mom is 48, and Dad is 52 – the circumstances seem unusual. "You're not the father," I state, deducing the truth from Dad's demeanor. Dad confirms with a nod.

Ein called out his mom. "What?" Tom was confused. "Oh yeah, dad, you didn't know?" Ein had a cheeky grin "mom finds your dad hot." "Is that true?" Tom looked at his wife in disbelief. "Well, umm," she cleared her throat, "I didn't want you to find out this way." "My dad is 53, Tony!" "And!? Your dad ages like fine wine!" "Oh my god." "It's true!" "I don't even wanna hear this right now; I just can't" Tom felt like gagging.

"Nice show Uncle El! Keep going!" I heard dad growl as mom unlocked her legs and pushed him away, blushing lightly. I swear that only dad can make mum blush. I smiled and looked at my parents. Dad was 40 and mum was 37. They were young parents, but they looked like they were 30 at the most. "I would, but I think you’re way too innocent to be able to handle it." Dad said to Raven, who rolled her eyes. "Not true. I'm not innocent."

My dad said. "Hey old man". I said sarcastic. His smirk fell and now it's my turn to smirk. He doesn't like it when I call him old man. I mean he's 45 years old. Not that old but I love to tease him. "Hey i'm not that old". He said glaring at me. I rolled my eyes. "Yes you are. Isn't that right mom?". I asked my mom. She just went with the flow and nodded "Yup your father is very old. Everything is old". She teased him.

He chuckled bitterly and for the first time in so many years, tears were rolling down his face. "Dad?" I said weakly, fighting back any form of tears. "You're not old, you're only 47 years old." I bit my lower lip gruesomely, not being able to fully ingest what he was saying. "At least I have two children, one is 26 years old already, doesn't that make me old enough for a father?" He retorted. "Dad please don't say that. And why would you still claim that that bastard is your son even after he has disgraced you in so many ways." I shouted.