The kids are boy and girl, 8 and 10 years old. They are probably the most well-behaved children I've ever met. Not to mention, SMART! I met them for the first time at the end of Christmas break so that the parents could make sure I wasn't an axe murderer in disguise and the oldest (the boy) casually wove several SAT words into conversation on our way to the park. I stared in awe. They refer to each other as "brother" and "sister." As in, "sister, let's swim!" and "brother, wait up!" Somehow I can't see me and Oakes utilizing those terms. That would require too much talking on his part.
Rain ended our outing and we retreated indoors to play a horrible game called Tip Over. It's basically a giant 3D brain teaser. I was humiliated, "Oh I see exactly what you have to do! It's so easy!" Thank you Brother, wanna help a girl out?
|"Want to buy property with the money you don't have?"|
I went back and forth today on deciding if I was going to like this job. I've decided to love it. It's not hard. I get to be carelessly immature for at least 7 hours a day. I get to practice my cooking skills. I get to do work on the 44 oz. bag of skittles I found in the pantry. I get access to a backyard pool. And I get 10 dollars an hour.
Both kids gave me a hug when I left. It's safe to assume that they are just as excited to spend their summer with A Very Lucky Girl as I am to spend it with them.