babysitting woes

last night i hung out with my two favorite boys in the whole world under the age of 5. their parents went out to dinner and we played with toys (including my favorite - a pt cruiser low rider that plays ricky martin songs!) and read books. we ran around the house and watched chicka chicka boom boom a few times. finally, at 8:00 pm it was time to go to bed.

the 'rents made it sound easy ... the older one sits in his room until the younger one is asleep (and that only takes two books and a crib filled with crap) and then the older one reads two stories and makes up two stories. easy.

at 8:45, i was sitting on the floor of the two year old's room (the older one still waiting patiently for his stories) listening to him tell me that the minuscule clock across his room was scary and that he needed more crap in his crib. clearly able to discern that i was exasperated, he looked right at me with his little cherubic face resting ever so gently on his pillow and said --

becca, i am not nice.

so cute ... and i couldn't have said it better myself!