When you hang around kids a lot strange things happen to your brain. Like for example your brain dies.
Also your brain turns into a children’s entertainment center. That’s nice.
Today I found myself singing Bingo was his name-o out loud during my economics class. That definitely earned me +5 cool points.
Which is nice.
What’s nicer is that I’m not even a mother. I’m a part time babysitter. And I’m terrified. I’m terrified that one day I will wake up to find my blog transformed into one of those mommy blogs where I complain about “my” kids.
So you have that to look forward to.
Then there is the part where I start acting like a kid once the actual kid is out of the equation It’s like there is no reason for me to be an adult if I don’t have to.
Bye bye Adulthood Case Study:
1) If I say “see you later alligator” you MUST reply with “in a while crocodile” or else I will throw a tantrum.
2) I don’t like vegetables any more.
3) Did you know that eating lots of candy causes your teeth to rot and develop cavities? Yea, I don’t care.
4) “Please have the financial report on my desk by Thursday.”
“No! I don’t want to! You’re not the boss of me!”
“Actually I am.” Said my boss as he fired me.
Things like this really make wonder why on earth I decided to be a babysitter, then I remember; I do it for
money my love of children.