Showing posts with label babysitting tales. Show all posts
Showing posts with label babysitting tales. Show all posts

Monday, December 14, 2009

Babysitting Tales

Little Pitchers Have Big Ears


Around the time potty-training begins, most parents talk about the differing equipment in the family. Mommy and Daddy have different looking pee-pee areas and they function a bit differently, too. This is the time that most kids learn that boys have penises and girls have vaginas. Or whatever crazy name their parents choose to call them. I was taught the correct names and yes, it meant that I was the one at preschool who destroyed Sasha and Lacey and Emily’s innocence by telling them they had a vagina not a pee-pee. But when Mrs. Tracy called my parents in to tell them about my transgression, they were proud of me. They saw no need to teach me to call my body parts by incorrect names, a practice that would likely teach me that said parts were “dirty” or “bad” because they needed to be figuratively covered up. I agree with my parents and I tend to use the proper names for body parts unless I’ve been specifically told not to by the parents.

This doesn’t always work out though. One time, I sat for a little girl named Molly. Molly was about 5 years old and such a girly girl, I didn’t know if we’d be a good match. I was tiring of playing dolls when she said, “My china is tingling.” I said, “What?” “My china is tingling! It means I have to go potty.” I thought she was mispronouncing vagina, so I said, “You mean your vagina is tingling.” She looked at me like I had just done something very, very bad. In a small voice, she said, “It’s called a china, that other word is a bad name.” I didn’t really know what to say. I make it a policy to go along with the parenting style as much as I can, but I also make it a policy not to lie to the kids. Finally, I said, “Different people have different names for the same thing sometimes, like I say grocery store, but my roommate says market.” She looks like she understands and says, “But they’re both right, right?” I can’t lie to them! So, I said, “Wellll, kind of. One is the correct one but the others are okay to use sometimes, too.” “Like how Mommy usually calls Daddy, Daddy, but sometimes she calls him whatthehelliswrongwithyou or icantbelieveimarriedyou?” “Yeah…like that…do you still need to go to the bathroom?”

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Babysitting Tales

A while ago, I mentioned that I was planning on starting a new blog for my babysitting stories. Well.... I've decided against that. Mostly, because of the logistics of starting a new blog, getting new readers and well, updating twice as much! So, I'm just going to post those stories here!

I need your help to come up with a title for this feature, though! Comment with your thoughts and enjoy the first installment below!

**Obviously, I reserve the option to change names and slight details!**

Bath Time Ruminations

Bath time is always the time for stimulating conversation with Jack and Beau. We’ve had very important conversations in there, about topics ranging from daily recaps to their future aspirations. Daily recaps tend to go like this:

Me: “What did you guys do today?”

Jack: “Beau, scoot back! I’m in front!”

Beau: “Jack, stop pushing me, owww!”

Stern Katie voice: “Boys.”

Jack: “We went to Ollie’s birthday party.”

Beau: “Were you there?”

Me: “No, I was busy earlier today, I couldn’t make it.”

Jack: “Do you know Ollie?”

Me: “I know OF him, because you tell me stories, but I’ve never met him.”

Jack: “Well, you should meet him, he has yellow hair and his sister is Katelyn.”

Beau: “Yeah and he knows all about Superman, and he has a light saber, too!”

Me: “He sounds awesome, guys. Shampoo time!”

Talking about their future aspirations is pretty fun, too.

Me: “If you could be anything, what would you be?”

Jack: “Lightning McQueen.”

Me: “You mean you’d be a race car driver?”

Jack: “No, Lightning McQueen.”

Me: “He’s a car.”

Jack: “Yes.”

Me: “Beau, what about you?”

Beau: “A saduba diver!”

Me: “A scuba diver, that sounds exciting, why?”

Beau: “I want to swim with fish and stingrays, but they wouldn’t sting me because we’d be friends and there’d be no sharks. I don’t like sharks.” He looks around the bathtub.

Me: “Well, there are no sharks in there, buddy, and wow, that sounds like a lot of fun.”

Jack: “I changed my mind! I don’t want to be Lightning McQueen.”

Me: “What do you want to be?”

Jack: “I want to be like Daddy and make conference calls all day!”

Me: “Is that what you think Daddy does?”

Jack: looking at me like I’m a bit slow, “That IS what he does.”

I hope you enjoyed reading about these guys as much as I like hanging out with them! More to come. :) Don't forget to leave your ideas for a feature title!
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