The adventures of Supermari!
Feb. 27th, 2006 10:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mari4212Dispatcher of scary bugs and calmer of frightened six-year-old girls.
I mentioned earlier today that I was going to be babysitting for an old friend. It turned into quite an adventure.
First came the bedtime story, one that they knew by heart, literally. Add in so much as an article to have proper grammar, drop so much as a single plural, and they'd laugh themselves silly and correct me. By the end of it I was hamming it up, pretending affront when they'd correct me.
I ended up settling them down in bed, with Andrew doing his reading for school. Towards the end of those fifteen minutes, he comes down the stairs with a missing library book that his mom had been looking for for a few weeks.
No sooner had I gotten him back to his room and settled down with my own book than Caroline came running down the stairs, freaked out because a bug was on her bed. So I head upstairs, and pull part of her bed apart, shaking out the pillows and her teddy bear before finding a rather large brown bug on her headboard. Trust me, she had good reason to be freaked, I would be too, if I'd turned around and seen that staring at me. The bug ended up wrapped in a kleenix and dumped in the downstairs kitchen trash, and then I had to calm down a frightened six-year-old. So we headed back up to her room and I told a slightly mangled version of "The Twelve Dancing Princesses". Andrew showed up when I started telling it, and he seemed to enjoy it too.
I finally got them settled down, and about three quarters of an hour later, their parents were back.
I mentioned earlier today that I was going to be babysitting for an old friend. It turned into quite an adventure.
First came the bedtime story, one that they knew by heart, literally. Add in so much as an article to have proper grammar, drop so much as a single plural, and they'd laugh themselves silly and correct me. By the end of it I was hamming it up, pretending affront when they'd correct me.
I ended up settling them down in bed, with Andrew doing his reading for school. Towards the end of those fifteen minutes, he comes down the stairs with a missing library book that his mom had been looking for for a few weeks.
No sooner had I gotten him back to his room and settled down with my own book than Caroline came running down the stairs, freaked out because a bug was on her bed. So I head upstairs, and pull part of her bed apart, shaking out the pillows and her teddy bear before finding a rather large brown bug on her headboard. Trust me, she had good reason to be freaked, I would be too, if I'd turned around and seen that staring at me. The bug ended up wrapped in a kleenix and dumped in the downstairs kitchen trash, and then I had to calm down a frightened six-year-old. So we headed back up to her room and I told a slightly mangled version of "The Twelve Dancing Princesses". Andrew showed up when I started telling it, and he seemed to enjoy it too.
I finally got them settled down, and about three quarters of an hour later, their parents were back.
