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where did it go?
Oct. 6th, 2006 06:22 amwhere did this week go? i don't know, but sunday night seems like years ago.
nebulia out.
nebulia out.
Oct. 6th, 2006
babysitting story of the night
Oct. 6th, 2006 11:58 pmWas at the house i babysat at two weeks ago, with the 7-year-old boy and the 3-year-old girl tonight.
A convict escaped from prison today and there's been a manhunt going on--two schools were locked down, helicopters, swat teams, 4-foot-shotguns, the ritz. anyway, I was explaining to the little girl why we couldn't go outside and made sure to clarify that the 'bad guy' couldn't get inside because all the doors and windows were locked (at least, that's the theory of locking doors, but as we all know, it doesn't always work out that way. Shoot me for lying to a 3-year-old).
And then:
Little Girl: Can the bad guy break down the house?
Me: No.
LG: Can the bad guy break down the windows?
M: No.
LG: Can the bad guy break down the doors?
M: No.
LG: Can a bad guy break down the fridge?
M: No--the fridge?!
Yeah.
It was followed by the three of us giggling, one of the few bonding moments we had. The little boy was being rather clingy all night, and called his parents a few times. Then he fell asleep on the couch. Then I fell asleep on the couch. Then the parents came home and apologized profusely because the boy was being "clingy" and "demanding" when I'd probably been too lenient in letting him call in the first place (the first time I let him call; the rest of the time he did it himself).
But it was a good night, they really are good kids, especially that little girl--what a sweetheart!--and boy's okay, too, other than the calling Mom thing.
and I got 40 bucks out of it. w00t.
anneliese still down. *sobs*
nebulia out.
A convict escaped from prison today and there's been a manhunt going on--two schools were locked down, helicopters, swat teams, 4-foot-shotguns, the ritz. anyway, I was explaining to the little girl why we couldn't go outside and made sure to clarify that the 'bad guy' couldn't get inside because all the doors and windows were locked (at least, that's the theory of locking doors, but as we all know, it doesn't always work out that way. Shoot me for lying to a 3-year-old).
And then:
Little Girl: Can the bad guy break down the house?
Me: No.
LG: Can the bad guy break down the windows?
M: No.
LG: Can the bad guy break down the doors?
M: No.
LG: Can a bad guy break down the fridge?
M: No--the fridge?!
Yeah.
It was followed by the three of us giggling, one of the few bonding moments we had. The little boy was being rather clingy all night, and called his parents a few times. Then he fell asleep on the couch. Then I fell asleep on the couch. Then the parents came home and apologized profusely because the boy was being "clingy" and "demanding" when I'd probably been too lenient in letting him call in the first place (the first time I let him call; the rest of the time he did it himself).
But it was a good night, they really are good kids, especially that little girl--what a sweetheart!--and boy's okay, too, other than the calling Mom thing.
and I got 40 bucks out of it. w00t.
anneliese still down. *sobs*
nebulia out.