Don't Mess With The Babysitter!
Part Two
And the epic blog entry continues ... I really must learn to précis!! As you may remember, oh faithful reader, Saturday morning was my launch into that wonderful past-time normally reserved for penniless teenagers or bored grandparents: babysitting. Or in my case, toddler teasing, as they take life far too seriously! So far, we've had spilled milk, I've had my breakfast pinched and I have inadvertantly succeeded in turning the youngest into a pen-sniffing junkie. Then the lunch wars began... Dinner Duty The time came when the terrible twosome decided they wanted to eat. In a much appreciated act of foresight, honed through years of parenting, my sis had already sorted out some sandwiches for them to eat, so I took out a small square for the youngest and gave him a plate. And then I did something he didn't agree with: I dared to tell him he had to eat it up at the table! Oh no no no, he wasn't having that! Whining loudly, and sobbing better than Gwyneth Paltrow at an ...