By SARAH BYRNE
Ever since I’ve been old enough to be left home alone, I have been babysitting every child I know. Neighbors, family friends, cousins, friends of cousins, friends of cousins of friends; if I know a human person under the age of 10, I’ve probably babysat him or her. Last summer, during the week I worked at a summer camp with 10 and 11-year-olds, and on the weekends I nannied for a family with two children under the age of three. I had some pretty interesting experiences, and I heard some things that I never thought I’d hear come out of another human being’s mouth. Here are a few of my top moments.
I absolutely love working with children, mostly because they’re so ridiculous, and I love being ridiculous with them. A three-year-old once told me that I was a ten on the scale of silliness, which is one of the greatest compliments I’ve ever received. And if I can never have cornrows, so be it; as long as I live in a world where any fruit can be a part of knock-knock jokes, I’ll survive.
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