I had to take care of a 3 (maybe 4?) year old girl for a day once. It was actually moar fun than I thought it would be. First we watched Fantasia because it was the only kids' movie I owned at the time. She got bored waiting for Mickey Mouse to show up, but after she asked "where's Mickey?" for the twentieth time, I just said "patience, child!" and she calmed down. After Mickey made his grand entrance and ignominious exit, I cooked her a pancake because she wanted one and I had permission to feed her. She ate it with that ultra-serious expression really little kids get when they are enjoying a rare treat--like they want to burn the memory indelibly into their young minds. Fucking adorable. Well after that we colored for a little while, and then we took a drive to a nice park downtown. Along the way I pointed out a church that looks kind of like a castle and told her about the princess who was sitting locked up in the bell tower waiting for a prince to rescue her. She stared at that church until her neck couldn't turn any farther, and asked me all sorts of simple questions about the story, which I was happy to make up answers for. We finally got to the park, and she played on the playground until she got tired. Then I drove her back home and she napped for a couple of hours before her deadbeat mom came back from whatever the fuck she was doing and picked up her girl.
I always kinda felt sorry for that kid. She was a sweet little girl overall.
Saturday, October 31, 2009, 04:57:19 EST
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