Don’t worry, I haven’t come to any big conclusions. Heaven forbid. (I am a Libra, after all.)
But this weekend, I did do some babysitting.
I spent Saturday night with my friend’s amazing little two-year-old. I say amazing because she is (A) all kinds of adorable, and (B) frighteningly smart! I was in awe of her the entire night, watching her name shapes, colours, and match patterns. She put puzzles together like a pro. Just crazy. I babysat a child genius, you guys. She’s gonna take over the world soon.
Also, she did this, which was maybe the highlight of my entire evening:
Bedtime was also HILARIOUS:
I guess what I’m trying to say is that before this babysitting gig, I was like, “This will be good for me – I should be around kids more. They’re funny and cute and I like them.”
And that’s true. Kids crack me the hell up.
And they’re especially fun when you get to spend a few hours with them and then go home, avoiding all the tough stuff. Because we all know this: