On Friday, I babysat a little kid who had the sniffles and every time I opened my mouth to talk to him, he would lean forward and sneeze or cough in the direction of my face, like it was a game. And if the point of the game was to make the babysitter sick, then he won! Woo-hoo! Go baby!
Monday, November 3, 2008
Snot
I deal with snot a whole lot, and it is rarely from my own nose. Lots of children seem to be sick this week, and when I am around sick children, they get VIP attention. They know that if they look really pitiful, I will carry them around until my arms go limp and let them sit in my lap while I read "Runaway Bunny" (over and over and over), even if that increases the proximity between the child's runny nose and my face.
On Friday, I babysat a little kid who had the sniffles and every time I opened my mouth to talk to him, he would lean forward and sneeze or cough in the direction of my face, like it was a game. And if the point of the game was to make the babysitter sick, then he won! Woo-hoo! Go baby!
On Friday, I babysat a little kid who had the sniffles and every time I opened my mouth to talk to him, he would lean forward and sneeze or cough in the direction of my face, like it was a game. And if the point of the game was to make the babysitter sick, then he won! Woo-hoo! Go baby!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comments:
Beer = Good
Snot = Bad
Post a Comment