Adventures in Babysitting

So tonight D and I were playing an imaginary game involving swords and Dora the Explorah. I accidentally lopped my hand off and went the hand store to buy a new one, only instead of a hand they sold me a balloon and it kept whapping me in the face.

When her mom and dad got home her dad shared that when D heard on NPR about the poor kid who died when an AK47 kicked back and shot him in the head, she laughed.

I plead ignorance.

In all seriousness the Looney Tunes versus reality conversation still needs to occur with the nation's three-year-olds.

In other AiB news, D apparently waited in a corner for 15 minutes so she could surprise me when I walked in the door. I, again in all seriousness, felt very honored.