I’m spending two days a week this summer babysitting, ahem, being a childcare technician for one of my closest friend’s two kids, J and R, who are 10 and 8, respectively. Oh, and they’re also the loves of my life.
I’m also spending two days a week doing my regular job, but I suspect that most of my summer quotes will primarily be from J and R.
J: Red! R is watching King of Queens!
Me: R, turn that off. You know you can’t watch that.
R: It’s my show!
J: It’s not your show. It’s nobody’s show!
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J: I used to never be allowed to watch shows where people were laughing in the background, because my parents said they were inappropriate. But now I can watch some of them, and they’re not always that interesting.
Me: Right? All the things adults don’t let you do when you’re a kid end up being kind of like that.
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R: Is it okay if I put a pencil and a monkey in your seat pocket?
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R: Why can’t I download that song?
Me: Because sometimes 50 Cent says bad words.
R: Like what? Like [whispers] “hell”?
Me: Kind of like that.
July 2, 2008 at 2:46 pm
I’m sure Fiddy is merely referring to Mrs. Claus, so no worries explaining.
She works at the North Pole. Keeps it running smoothly, keeps everyone fed, and makes sure presents reach all the good little boys and girls.