Being a full-time babysitter is full of spontaneity and adventure: if the munchkins and I have an interesting idea for how to pass the time, we go for it. As long as it's cleaned up by the time the parents get home from work.
Friday we made a fort in the oldest girl's bedroom: a blanket hung from the rail of the top bunk, spread over to the dresser and the desk, propped up with a laundry basket and chair. Inside this fort we laid down a blanket. And we had picnic lunch inside the fort. Being out of bread, an improvised "hiker's lunch," involving trail mix, apples and oranges, cheese crackers, and peanut butter on a spoon, made up our spread.
I peeled oranges and apples. We told knock-knock jokes (I know 3 besides the only joke they know, which is "interrupting cow." All attempts to compose new knock-knock jokes were declared to be small failures by yours truly.).
Thursday we went out for snow cones. We pulled into the cramped parking lot of Cowboy Corner around 3; it was the steamy, sunshine-y, hits-you-as-you-step-out-of-the-car kind of afternoon. Perfect for snow cones. Moseyed across the pavement to the hut. Tried to look like we knew what we were doing. Isobel studied the flavors indecisively; we got the little guy a blue raspberry. I ended up with a scarlet "cream soda".
Then we sat on the parking block of a vacant spot, all in a line, like very cute and sweaty bums. We taught Shawn how to eat a snow cone properly, while watching carefully for slug bugs and monster trucks. After the mounds were taken off the top of our cups, we walked down a few blocks to a shady picnic table and rested in the shade.
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