That is the face of a happy kid. And no, if you are new around here, that isn’t one of my kids. My kids are 17 and 26… because I’m old… and my older daughter is getting married soon…
Babysitting Olivia, the daughter of some friends of ours, is one of my many successful money-making gigs… if you can call working for $10 an hour… below California’s minimum wage… successful.
Today, she had to show me all of her toys… even the ones I have already seen
Wait… I have to take a call…
Oh, it’s for me… again? She likes it when I answer fake emergencies on the pink phone.
We took a walk and said hello to a very nice tree. I haven’t seen Olivia since before Christmas, because her grandma was in town… undercutting my already low babysitting prices.
Yeah… I know… another crises… and another chance for me to have fake, silly conversations with fake people.
Hey… where are you going?
And then we had fun with a fountain. Join me later for the conclusion of my latest babysitting adventure!