My brother and his wife have 3 children. I don’t know where they found the energy to go to Paris for the weekend, but they did and I agreed to do the babysitting. I’m not exactly a ‘children person’, and I was a bit upset with myself for accepting but it went shockingly well. I even did a parent-type thing: I threatened one of the kids he’d lose his saturday candy, and I didn’t follow through. I dare not imagine the mess there would have been. I just felt a bit evil when I said it I guess, considering at that moment I felt like I was prepared to actually do it. When I thought about it later, I wasn’t 100% sure he had actually heard me say it, so that was my excuse. p:
Apparently Paris was good.