Last night was my first No-More-Teachers-No-More-Books babysitting job. I was watching the usual suspects, and we had the best time.

Let me put it to you this way: ping pong tournament, dog tricks, sushi, ice cream sundaes, part of The Prisoner of Azkaban, walks around the block, toad catching, and baby hugs.

If that was too much greatness for you, let me take it down a notch. The girls and I were outside after their parents, aunt, and uncle had all left. So, we came in when they were ready for their sushi dinner, and I said, — in my best guttural monster voice — “SUUUUSHIIIII.” Yeah, their uncle was still there. I was caught being a crazy person. I’m twenty-three years old, and I was caught being a monster. BUT WAIT. Their uncle is rad, and he did a cool sushi-monster voice, too. Sorry I couldn’t take the greatness down a notch for you.



Oh, here’s the best part. We may or may not have raged war on neighborhood boys. In this possible scenario, I may or may not have loved watching this battle from the sidelines, and it may or may not have been fascinating to see myself from thirteen years ago. I’ve called a boy “weird” and threatened him, too, and it’s interesting to see time march on, but not behaviors.

So, we may or may not have had our revenge on the situation later that night. I’m not saying we did anything terrible, but there may or may not have been plans…


Also, this drawing of a dishwasher who is hungry for cups produces much laughter for me: