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- Brandiosa
- My husband and I have two children. One of each brand. Cailyn is 3 and William is almost 2. I spend my days cleaning up messes, playing dress-up, prince and princess, and hopefully doing my children a service by teaching them some manners and virtues.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
The Babysitter's Club
I never read the books but I'm pretty certain I could be a member. I babysat all through highschool to make a few extra bucks and it turns out I ended up growing very close to one particular family. One family that kept having babies which I didn't mind because it kept me in business. One summer I practically lived with the family and they considered me the nanny among many other things. After I transferred to another school farther from home I got a job working at a daycare center in a pre-K class with 15 four and five year olds. At first they ate me alive but soon enough I was able to lay the law down and a certain look would keep a kid in line and out of trouble. My first week of work I had a very rogue child who decided to take cover under a table after he had hit another child. I marched over to the other side of the class to pull him out. It was as if I'd reached my hand down in the dark burrow of some rabid animal. The twerp bit me! I left him. Of course an upside to four and five year olds is that there were no diapers, and no icky messes to clean up. Usually. One younger girl in my class who was extremely sweet and very well behaved had an accident one day. (Number 1 if you must know.) What can I say? We had a LOT of fun in my class and there wasn't always time for bathroom breaks. Normally the children had a change of clothes if such instances occurred but this girl, not being prone to "accidents", didn't have an extra set and the poor thing was wearing a dress. We called her parents to bring a change of clothes for her but in the meantime we had to have a quick fix. I told her she would have to go without undies for just a little bit. She looked up at me with a look of dilemma on her face and she asked "But Miss Bwandi, what if my vagina shows?" I had no idea what to say. Obviously her parents hadn't pulled any punches when teaching her human anatomy. Good for them I say, but she knew this wasn't ok. I replied, "You'll have to sit like a lady for a few minutes." I hoped she understood what that meant. I laughed so hard afterwards and to this day I can still see her little face looking up at me as if to say "I know this is completely inappropriate although I'm not sure why." That is probably a lesson more girls should be taught these days.
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