Like having them or being in charge of them.
Tonight I baby sat for one of my best friends, and she has 3 girls. 11, 10, and newly 6.
I am just terrible.. sure they love me, but that is because they can smell fear and know that I am not the “scary babysitter”, I am the fun one because I don’t know what else to do.
One had a carton of cherry tomatoes for dinner, another ate 3 sausage links, and the youngest had a PB and J bagel. Oh, but they were all properly fed ice cream. I let the youngest eat hers on the couch until the middle one yelled, “she’s not allowed to eat on the couch!” to which I glance over and notice that there is ice cream ALL OVER her face… we are talking eyebrow action here and all.
I guess, in the end, no one got sick, no one got injured, and the parents were happy to get a night away, so it wasn’t so bad.
Now I am just so so very ready for bed.