This is the most tiring job I have ever had. I always enjoyed babysitting when I was younger, but I had never known what it was like to keep a 4 year-old and a two year-old entertained for nine hours a day. Thats not to say that I don't enjoy any of it. There are definitely moments that make me happy. When the younger one rests his little forehead against mine, or when the older one counted to ten correctly on his own for the first time. But that doesn't erase the mental exhaustion that overcomes me after an entire day of imaginary play with Tigers and ghosts and cars.
Things they say:
"Daddy-o."
-According to those two, that is their father's official name.
"Aah-scream"
-That would be ice cream.
"Your head is not as big as our old babysitter's."
-Flattery or insult?
"Why are you so nice?"
-Hmph. So even toddlers think I am overly congenial. And I don't even let them watch tv.
"Stink-a-boo."
-Code for peek-a-boo."
"Uh-uh."
-Probably. People look at me so oddly when I ask the little guy if he wants a snack and then give it to him after he says "uh-uh".
"You should cut your hair."
-Perceptive buggers.
Jimmy Carter was super fly on The Daily Show last night.
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