Tonight I had the incredibly fun opportunity to babysit. It was a wide range of ages. Which is fine, cuz I can act like a kid at pretty much any age. Except babies. They terrify me. No lie. They don't like me, so I avoid them like the plague. And not like a mild plague, like a big serious plague. That's how much I avoid them. Plus they can smell fear...
Anyways, we had just finished our pizza. I had cleaned the kitchen. Everybody was fed and watered and settled in for a movie. That kept most of the older ones occupied. The little ones were a different story. They were delightful, but they move like ninjas. They'll be standing right in front of me, I'll blink and they've disappeared into another room. It was incredible. And kept all of us on our toes...
One of the wee boys, who is cute as a button, wrapped me around his little finger when he asked to sit on my lap. I'm a sucker for a pretty face. Especially when looks up at me, halfway grins, and says "more pwease" for the rice crispy treat we were sharing. Ech, be still my heart.
There was a moment when I turned into a mom. One of the little blessings saw a photograph and said, "I wanna see!" and promptly yanked it off the bookcase. Without even an as you please I say, "You can look with your eyes, not your fingers." And then realized what I'd just said in a mom tone of voice. I'm not sure where that came from. Unless you count the years of experience I had till I finally learned how to look and not touch...
Anyways, we had just finished our pizza. I had cleaned the kitchen. Everybody was fed and watered and settled in for a movie. That kept most of the older ones occupied. The little ones were a different story. They were delightful, but they move like ninjas. They'll be standing right in front of me, I'll blink and they've disappeared into another room. It was incredible. And kept all of us on our toes...
One of the wee boys, who is cute as a button, wrapped me around his little finger when he asked to sit on my lap. I'm a sucker for a pretty face. Especially when looks up at me, halfway grins, and says "more pwease" for the rice crispy treat we were sharing. Ech, be still my heart.
There was a moment when I turned into a mom. One of the little blessings saw a photograph and said, "I wanna see!" and promptly yanked it off the bookcase. Without even an as you please I say, "You can look with your eyes, not your fingers." And then realized what I'd just said in a mom tone of voice. I'm not sure where that came from. Unless you count the years of experience I had till I finally learned how to look and not touch...
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