Tales Of A Teenage Babysitter

I babysat again yesterday. The same whole trampoline, I'm a monster thing, etc etc. This time, as part of my monster roll, I decided to wrap them up in blankets as burritos. This was met with much enthusiasm and enjoyment. I thought about how much they clamored to be wrapped in burritos and left in tunnels of monsters, and how that was partly my fault, and I maybe shouldn't have done that. But then it made me think of a time, years ago, when I babysat different little girls. They wanted to play unicorns, and rocket ships, and I don't even know what all. This mostly involved picking sparkly pink as the color of (insert whatever game we were playing) and then changing their minds. My structured mind couldn't handle the non-plotness of this/ games. So I made up a game about witches, which actually had a plot. Which somehow came to involve eating each other. And every single time after that, when I came over they wanted to play the witch game. Probably the third time that I came over and they were super excited to play the witch game, I thought about what I had possibly done. I taught them cannibalism! So after I thought about that, I didn't feel so bad about making them excited about becoming burritos. At one point we left the basement and went to the kitchen. I don't recall why. So then they made each of us cups of gummy bears, which they consumed. It was a lot of gummy bears. I wondered if I should have stopped that. But I didn't. I'm decently certain my little sister would be a much better babysitter. In all fairness, it seemed legit, and their mother had said they could eat anything they wanted before she left. So. Then they wanted to paint. With only green. So they did. They painted little Disney color pages and stuff. The oldest told me she was going to paint me a pretty picture to take home and give to my mom. Which she did. In all green. Basically, she turned the page from white to green. But it was cute, and she made sure I took it home. They also wanted to see me do gymnastics, which meant I did some flips on the tramp for them. But then they wanted to do them too. They are 2, 3, and 4. So. I more or less spun them upside down. It was good enough for them. Anywho. It was another good time, hanging with some small fries, and possibly altering the course of their psychology forever :)