In line with my unconventional life, I am a part time nanny for the next two weeks while my boss' child is awaiting summer camps.
Today the following conversation took place:
6 year old: "Can you do this?"
me: (not looking up) "What?"
6 year old: "This"
me: (looking up this time, only to see him sticking his middle finger up) "No, I can't," I lied.
6 year old: "It's really easy, let me show you how." And he proceeds to bend my hand into a fist, finger by finger, leaving the longest one sticking up.
me: "Wow - where did you learn how to do that?"
6 year old: (proudly) "My brother" (13 year old brother)
Earlier in the day:
6 year old: "OK Bushy:
me: "What did you call me?"
6 year old: "Bushy."
me: "Why?"
6 year old: "Because of your hair."
My lateral whiplash injury has resurfaced and I was unable to tend to my unruly head of curls this morning in the usual manner of blowdrying, flatironing. Resulting in a pretty interesting 'do' all day.
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