Last night I babysat Ella, Hayden, Addison and Joey so that Holli could go see Harry Potter. Ella is 5 or 6, Hayden is 4, Addison is 3 and Joey is 1. I let the girls brush my hair, which I haven’t done myself in months. We had a picnic (fake food), we had dinner (real chicken nuggets), we sang songs, we watched Curious George, we read bedtime stories.
Joey was playing with a My Little Pony and looked down at it, looked at me, looked at the pony again and then held it up next to my head and pointed at the pony and me, giggling with delight. Through baby burbles I ascertained that I looked like the pony. DAMN STRAIGHT I LOOK LIKE A MY LITTLE PONY! I made him high five me a few times for his astute observation.
I helped Ella read a book after the little girls went to bed. I enjoyed it a lot, which made me think for a second, “huh, maybe I should teach…” and then I decided that no, that’s still not for me. I just like helping Ella because she’s my cousin’s kid, I think. Maybe.