I am not a fan of little kids. Not really.
I absolutely love them when they're placid and humble and kind of adoring.
But I seem to have had it up to here with killer children.
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| "actually, i think it's a little higher" |
I once had a child to babysit who absolutely had to have it all her way, and in the meanwhile, she expected adoration.
I don't babysit her anymore. Her parents never called me back after several babysits. Maybe because she told her mum I was evil and put fish in blenders. Because instead of adoring her, I was all:
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| and sometimes not even that. |
but what bugs me about kids REALLY is just something they can't help. they're kids. they don't know how to act in front of important people, or why they should share, or why their pictures don't look right.
I think the problem with kids' drawings is they don't draw what they see, but what they think they should be seeing. I had a hard time explaining to my babysitting child that the reason her people weren't very peopl-y was because people really need bodies. That thing between the head and the legs.
yes.
yes.
that.
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| and i aint no hypocrite. promise. |





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