Friday

Babysitting

Posted by Ling on June 16, 2006

As a favour (not punishment), I did some babysitting for Bro 7′s friend’s baby brother today.

To protect the children’s identity, I have made up some names from them :-

Bro 7′s friend = Mowgli – 8 years old

Mowgli’s brother = Balloon – 3 years old

At 3.15pm, Balloon is dropped off by his mum and he is armed with a box of chocolates – “they’re toffee and I don’t like them..”

He has lovely long thick eyelashes and tiny tiny feet.

We bond really well.  He is such a chatterbox.  “I’m only 3.  I am Mowgli’s baby brother.  I am 3 years old.  I go to nursery.  I have a bike.  I’m 3.”

I turned on the computer.  We played Sonic together.  I say “we” because I  said, click on ‘Level One’ and he said, “Where?” …duh, the 3 -year-old baby can’t read…so “we” played together.

I notice that another of his favourite phrases is, “What the…?” He says that a lot when he plays computer!!

Then it is time for me to pick up my brothers and his brother from school.

“I know where my shoes are.” – yep, those tiny shoes are lying next to my giant-sized shoes

We get into my car.  “What colour is my car?” He looks at me blankly….  nah, he doesn’t know colours either.

I fasten his seatbelt because he doesn’t know how to do it.

The 5 minute drive to school goes smoothly with lots of chatter.  His favourite toy is “Geomag”…what is that???

Anyway, the boys pile in the car and we zoom home.

Computers and tv go on.

I go get food – takeaway – I am not cooking!!

Food is here – boys!!!  Balloon is lifted up to sit on the high stool.

They gobble down the chips and chicken I bring home and down the fizzy juice (so healthy!!)…

I sit down and turn my back for a split second.  I’m thinking, “Wow, I’m doing a good job!”

And then…BUMP!

Balloon had jumped off the chair and bumped his head.

Tears fill his eyes.  He rubs his eyes with his greasy fingers.  He sobs uncontrollably…

And then the doorbell goes….

OH NO!!  The mum is back to collect them….

Yep, GREAT timing…she comes back when he’s crying!

He runs to his mum…and I’m like GULP!!  I want to run to MY mummy!!!

I wonder if my babysitting services will be used again??

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