‘Oh boy’ is right! Last weekend Sam had his first “boy babysitter.” To say it was a big hit is an understatement. It was more like a bases-loaded home run in the ninth inning! He may never want to go back to the sweet and pretty girls again, until puberty at least.
In fact, he has already planned out what he and his buddy are going to do next time. Of course it involves more LEGOs, a few more rounds of Trouble (the version with R2D2), and reading some spooky Halloween books. Sounds like a plan. Now we need to find somewhere to go! Maybe we’ll go use up a restaurant Groupon on the verge of expiring. Ah, and there are so many from which to choose!
So, back to the boy babysitter. He’s just in sixth grade, and it was his very first time babysitting. In his favor he’s what you call a “good kid” and a neighbor, plus his mother was going to be home. He rode his bike over and had it propped against the hedge, which still makes me smile just thinking about it.
I’ve got a theory that sometimes the younger babysitters are actually better because the age difference is not as big. Plus they are not too cool to really play. In fact I think he had real fun playing with Sam, which is great. And boy, did his eyes bug out of his head when we paid him! It was better than Christmas morning. As Daddy Mac said later, “It was worth it just to see the expression on his face!” And it was. He’s not just a good kid; he’s a really good kid.
When I asked Sam for his favorite thing about having a boy babysitter, he didn’t hesitate for a second. He replied, “Because he’s a boy!” Enough said.
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