Friday, November 10, 2006
I Should Quit Worrying So Much
After having a babysitter last night, Joshua tells me this morning, "Jane [not her real name] has a friend named Jeremiah." My mom mind starts racing with all kinds of images of teenagers gone wild, thinking the babysitter I trusted had invited her boyfriend over while I was gone. "Who's Jeremiah?" I ask suspiciously. Joshua replies, "He's a bullfrog. He's a good friend of hers."
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Jeremiah was a bullfrog
Was a good friend of mine.
Never understood a single word he said,
but I helped him drink his wine.
Joy to the World.
And she sounds like a great babysitter if she's singing that to your kids!!!
Ha . have you checked if all wine bottles are still there ??? very cute anecdote!
That has to be the classic .. ha ha. I'm going to tell that at work.
truth is funnier than fiction
LMAO! You actually had me going there for a minute as another paranoid parent.
Ian
Hee hehe oh ho ho that was funny.
I used to sing Cole Porter songs to my charges when I was a sitter. Put 'em right to sleep. Had to skip over/alter the bits about sex and cocaine, though . . .
"I know that if I took even one sniff, that would bore me terrifically too . . ."
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