Yesterday I walked out of my office and into a gaggle of boys. Oh, you didn’t know that boys can be a gaggle? Well, they can.
“YES!” said DCart to me, “What are you doing tonight?”
“Uhm, that depends”
“We’re playing a game tonight. We need help with our football team.”
“Well, I AM the Quarterback Princess,” I said.
“No,” laughed DCart, “We don’t have anyone to watch the kids at the game. Our wives are all busy with obligations.”
b.) Watch the kids?
Watch the kids?
I barely want to watch my kids sometimes, let alone your kids. Sorry, I’m going to be too busy to watch the kids. I’d rather watch the paint dry.
I was watching my kids this morning (yes, really, peanut gallery.) Is it bad that I'm secretly thrilled when Proximo ruins El Guille's elaborate train track set up? After all the times I clean up after him, it's kind of like the baby is getting my revenge for me.
“You should keep him still!” said El Guille in his most adamant voice.
“Mmm,” I responded noncommittally.
Soon, I shall be pitting them against each other in small cage matches and charging three bucks for entry. Don’t worry I’ll put most of the proceeds into their college funds. Hey, remind me to set up college funds for them.