I am currently, as I previously posted, kidsitting for the whole weekend.
Sometimes they are the funniest people to be surrounded by. Their quirks, comments and witty remarks undoubtedly go in my memory bank.
Example: Yesterday I took Max to the neighborhoods clubhouse. They have a special arcarde room where the games are free to play, so as we are furiously pressing buttons to regain life in this animated world, Max says, "You see those people? I call them my Germans!"
Or the night before when I tucked them into bed and essentially wrestled them to get them in the covers Max says, "You're the funniest girl in the land!". The land. I am, you heard it, the funniest girl in the land. I like that.
This morning we did kickboxing in their play room upstairs...I now have pink marks on the inside of my arms trying to win yet being utterly defeated by their strong little hands. Since they won I made them pancakes on a stick in the microwave.
Today we're going to have lots of fun, I'm sure of it. I'll post pictures soon. I must walk Tinsel now, dang pooping thing.
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