i rarely babysit, and here's why.
last night i got to babysit for my wife Katie’s niece, Grace (i guess technically she’s my niece too, weird) for about 2 hours until Katie got off work to come help. it wasn’t just me and her though- Grace’s 12 year old brother, our nephew, Nate was there too.
in that time, we were able to accomplish the following things:
1) got Grace to believe that, once she went to sleep, that we were going to eat her. at that point she stopped pretending to be a dog, saying we didnt have to eat her anymore, but we told her we didn’t care.
2) when we were all playing, i was messing with one of Nate’s airsoft handguns. Grace was spidergirl and had to disarm me. once she took the gun, it was funny seeing her holding one. so, we took Nate’s airsoft shotgun, put some combat (safety) glasses on her), and told her to make her mean face. this is what we captured:
I had made a “You’ll shoot your eye out!” joke in the name of A Christmas Story, but neither of them got it, nor had they ever seen the movie. I’m not THAT old. And regardless of age, A Christmas Story is a classic- I was hand-crafting my own leg lamps by the time I was two years old. WTF?
We also talked a lot about poop, and how you can rub poop all over your face if you want to look like a Berenstain Bear. Good times.
All in all, I guess I had a good time with it. She’s fun, still has that young anything-goes creativity, and could care less if I fart when she’s sitting on my lap. She just laughs and returns the favor.
