Today, I took on a challenge on accident.
I usually babysit two boys, but this week they have basketball camp with some friends. So I ended up with four boys today at lunch. Four hungry, crazy, sweaty, loud, mean, feisty, basketball playing boys. It was super.
They egg each other on. They push each others' buttons. Their volume seems to rise to levels I didn't even know possible!
If you have four boys at home, I salute you. I could not do it.
Also, I discovered a huge pet peeve. I really don't like when a kid says, "I'm thirrssstyy," and expects me to get them something to drink. I would be okay if they got up and got themselves something to drink. I would be okay if they asked, "Hannah, can I have some milk to drink?" Either would be fine. But don't say "I'm thirrssstyy," in a whiny voice and expect me to help you.
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