Smashed Sandwiches

I live the life of mustard stains, mini corn dogs on the go, "pleathe's" and "fank you's," and sunburned noses. I speak in "okey dokey artichokey's" and "holey moley's!" and "1...2...3...!'s" I knew I could officially adopt the job title as "nanny" when I found homemade play-dough in my front seat along with Curious George fruit snack wrappers, a baseball hat, my favorite sweatshirt, and always a book in case of a 4-hour excursion to a park. Wet pool towels, leftover picnic lunches, and unfinished art projects in the trunk. Babysitting has always been just the extra source of income, and this summer it has become the primary. Today was a day to remember though- I had FUN! I played the Barbie king with the awful British accent, thwarted a potential potty accident, played at the 'castle' park, made play dough cookies, did puzzles and puppet shows at the Library, taught Mister what a bookmark is, and sang really loudly in the car. It helps that one of the little guys, Mr. 2-year old is just about the cutest little man. I affectionately call him Little Man, Mister, Buckwheat, Dudeface, Goofball...and in return he calls me "ay-win." Or Poop Head. Whatever. It's a heart melter. One of my favorite Mister moments is when he bumps into walls or doors, and apologizes to them- BAM, "Oh so-wie!" Or when he pets my dog with one little wormy finger. Or when he passes the fish tank at the library and says in his highest squeak "here fishy fishy!" Or when he looks for the "dingbell" by the front door. What a good day.