Tuesday, August 14, 2001
babysitting my 2-year-old and 10-month-old nephews last Friday morning: I think the highlight was the moment I was kneeling on the floor holding the baby, with the toddler crying on my shoulder because I wouldn't give him more biscuits, the baby rubbing his eyes with his little fist ready to cry himself.
or maybe the time the 2-year-old was on the toilet (he's in training) demanding that I read him a book, while the baby tried to crawl into the toilet room, where he definitely shouldn't be.
or just afterwards, when I popped the baby in his crib so I'd have enough free hands to dress the toddler, so the baby SCREAMED with outrage.
why do I want to do this again?
or maybe the time the 2-year-old was on the toilet (he's in training) demanding that I read him a book, while the baby tried to crawl into the toilet room, where he definitely shouldn't be.
or just afterwards, when I popped the baby in his crib so I'd have enough free hands to dress the toddler, so the baby SCREAMED with outrage.
why do I want to do this again?
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