Say what you will about Rish . . . it can't be worse than what he says about himself.
"I hope it's gonna make you notice,
I hope it's gonna make you notice . . .
Someone like me."
Kings of Leon
"I don't think anyone knows what they really think--or perhaps even what they really know--until it's written down."
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Babysitter of the Year Part 666
September 13, 2012
My sister got a new job this week, so I've been taking care of the monsters during the mornings. The four year old just started preschool, so I dropped him off and was alone with the one year old. We went out to eat at Wendy's, and I was impressed with his ability to actually eat the food placed before him, instead of make up excuses why he wouldn't eat.
Unfortunately, once I got him home, I trusted him to just play without much supervision. Almost immediately, the one year old somehow got hold of the food coloring, and thought it was . . what, food? Soda? Poison? I'm not sure, but he managed to get the lid off one (blue) when I saw him playing with something. I did nothing for a minute or so, but when I looked in on him again, he had gotten the lid off the green, and poured it all over himself.
He enjoyed my frantic attempts to clean it off his fingers, clothes, and face, but in trying to help, it got on my clothes, hands, the sink, bathtub, and floor. The carpet has seen better days.
The only thing I did right was think to take a picture before attempting to remove it all.