Adventures in Babysitting

I got a phone call last week that Tommy needed a babysitter. They figured that unemployed Auntie Tawny could help out. They were right. I dropped everything and drove to Modesto.

Wouldn't you if this was the precious sight that greeted you?

Even though he was sweaty and drooling, and looking very much like an old man in a baggy t-shirt who was missing his dentures-- I couldn't help but kiss all the exposed skin.

Tommy loves the game where I ask him: "Are your thighs numbs?" and then I proceed to "numb" at them with my mouth. Look at him. He can't wait. That terrified look is just a front.

Lunchtime was replete with sweet potatoes and green beans. I used the opportunity to make him a goatee. In all actuality, Tommy was pretty good at making this mess himself...

My world is complete when he smiles at me. We laughed a lot, actually.

Mikey helped me keep Tommy entertained in the afternoons. He just loves his big brother!

"Psst. Thompson. Smell my hand. Yeah, that's sweet potatoes. I can sneak you some, but I'll have to make it look an accident. I'll casually fling food around. Make sure you lick it up before they catch on."