adventures in babysitting
At the risk of sounding conceited, I'm a kick-ass babysitter. I just returned from watching two boys, ages 9 and 6, and left them wanting more. Is it wrong that I feel some sense of satisfaction when they are disappointed when the parents return?
I used to be a nanny for these boys so every now and then, I make a return engagement to the Upper East Side when the 'rents are working late or attending some hoity-toity function. After letting them eat far too much candy, I got them nice and wound up with an hour-long session of keep away and a slightly more raucous version of hot potato. They were sorta disappointed when their Dad arrived. Given the choice between a Nerf ball-wielding lesbo and an attaché case-toting Frenchman, which would you choose?
These kids go to a well-to-do private school on the UES and I swoop in and in two hours manage to undo some of the stuffy training they are exposed to day in and day out. I add a bit of carefree beer and nachos to their regimented champagne and caviar existence. I don't know how it even came up but at one point they were transfixed by my recounting of those weird-ass Quiznos Subs ads (what the hell are those things? hamsters?) Regardless, the commercial delights me and I find myself screeching along to it whenever it comes on. And now two boys uptown are doing the same and I'm sure all of Buckley School for Boys will be infected by tomorrow.
I cherish the pure fun I have when watching kids. I get to experience that unbridled joy which I'm guessing is similar to what a toddler experiences when playing peek-a-boo or "I've got your nose." Even when I'm in the midst of full-scale juvenile behavior, I can quickly turn on a dime and become an adult again when a word like "retarded" or "gay" is thrown around as an insult or when expensive furniture is at risk. But, for a short time at least, I get to blend back into my childhood.
Sheesh... this entry is getting a bit too The Wonder Years for my liking. Eww, or even worse, Doogie Howser with his pithy yet oh-so-profound nightly recaps on his word processor. And to think I never thought I'd be able to draw a comparison to the wunderkind...
That is all. Good night.
I used to be a nanny for these boys so every now and then, I make a return engagement to the Upper East Side when the 'rents are working late or attending some hoity-toity function. After letting them eat far too much candy, I got them nice and wound up with an hour-long session of keep away and a slightly more raucous version of hot potato. They were sorta disappointed when their Dad arrived. Given the choice between a Nerf ball-wielding lesbo and an attaché case-toting Frenchman, which would you choose?
These kids go to a well-to-do private school on the UES and I swoop in and in two hours manage to undo some of the stuffy training they are exposed to day in and day out. I add a bit of carefree beer and nachos to their regimented champagne and caviar existence. I don't know how it even came up but at one point they were transfixed by my recounting of those weird-ass Quiznos Subs ads (what the hell are those things? hamsters?) Regardless, the commercial delights me and I find myself screeching along to it whenever it comes on. And now two boys uptown are doing the same and I'm sure all of Buckley School for Boys will be infected by tomorrow.
I cherish the pure fun I have when watching kids. I get to experience that unbridled joy which I'm guessing is similar to what a toddler experiences when playing peek-a-boo or "I've got your nose." Even when I'm in the midst of full-scale juvenile behavior, I can quickly turn on a dime and become an adult again when a word like "retarded" or "gay" is thrown around as an insult or when expensive furniture is at risk. But, for a short time at least, I get to blend back into my childhood.
Sheesh... this entry is getting a bit too The Wonder Years for my liking. Eww, or even worse, Doogie Howser with his pithy yet oh-so-profound nightly recaps on his word processor. And to think I never thought I'd be able to draw a comparison to the wunderkind...
That is all. Good night.
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