Babysitting Tales

Celebrating birthdays at the beginning of the year=priceless.


The little chil'rens I babysit for are the cutest. Like, seriously. They are just baller little people. And they teach me so much every time I make my way to Cary to their sweet little home. The oldest one, Katie, is in the fifth grade and has big blue eyes and a knack for talking like she's thirty. She's also the best big sister to her younger brother, Wyatt. And boy, does she make you think:

"Kiran? I like video games and I'm ten years old right now. When I'm your age, I don't want to not like video games. You're supposed to have fun even when you're twenty-five!" (For the record, I am twenty-one. Let's just make that fact known).

"Kiran? Sometimes when I'm happy, I dance. You should try it, it makes your heart happy."

"Kiran? I have a request."
"What's that, Katie?"
"After dinner may I please kick your butt at video games?"

Refreshing.