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Kids. Still Cute!

Since this week ended on a surprisingly high note (who would have thought I'd not only survive a PD Day, but actually enjoy it!?), I'm going to share some fun nannying moments before I forget again that this job can be glorious.

First, G. and I are getting along great. His favourite topic of conversation is "Things I Could Beat Beth At" and the list is endless (in his mind). I have trouble knowing how to encourage him without lying and/or inflating his ego in an unhealthy way.

I also love telling him how much I appreciate his patience with C. This positive reinforcement seems to help.


And now a list of funny things that C. has said recently:

(eating a cracker) Crunchy things get wet in your mouth. Want to feel it?

(after blowing me a kiss) There were no hearts when I did that!

(talking about his "girlfriend") I just walked up to her and gave her a hug. I can't believe I did that! And then I gave her a kiss! I can't believe I did that!

(the girlfriend again) I might kiss her tonight. I just might kiss her.

Ah, kids!


And now I'm off to go shopping for a winter coat. Because my boss told me that my job for the weekend is to buy a down jacket. Which she will then pay for. So that I don't stand in the cold schoolyard swearing about my job next month.

Win!

Comments

Vanessa said…
Kids definitely do say hilarious things.
And hello! A down coat paid for by your employer!!!!?!?!?
Jealous.
(buy a longish one. my sister got a fantastically awesome one last year from Winners. And then post a picture of the one you get. For free! Woo!)
MLW said…
New down jacket?!?!? WOW! You are being blessed in this job in many ways.

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