Babysitter of the Year

Friday night I watched our friend's children while they celebrated five years of wedded bliss with Larry the Cable Guy.  So Friday, at six o'clock, I headed over to the Chamberlin's... loaded with ice cream, sprinkles, whipped cream, oreos and chocolate syrup. (hehe)

Honestly, I'm that girl.  That girl that teaches them all the stuff to help them succeed in life.  I believe I have been referred to as "best babysitter ever" by a few of my adoring clients. :)

Want me to teach them how to make that weird noise when releasing air out of a balloon? Sure, I can do that.  Want me to teach them how to shoot Redi-whip into their brother's mouth?  Absolutely.  Oh, and want me to buy them bathtub crayons, so that one day, you can teach them the difference between a shower wall & living room wall? Not. A. Problem. 

Without me, your children's survival skills would be at an all time low.  My friend's really should send me a big thank you for teaching their children all those things they just can't teach them in school.

Yes, I know that my day is coming for me.  (My friends remind me, frequently.)  And one day, my children will come home from Aunt ShanShan's or Aunt Tiffy's and say "They let us eat chocolate gold fish for dinner."  I get it.  But honestly, it hasn't deterred me.  We can deal with that ship when it sets sail. :)

So, for all you reading this, who are in desperate need of a babysitter next weekend, I'll shoot you my contact info.  I would hate for your children to miss out :)  lol.

Rock Chalk,
Jenna