Shit happened today. And I literally mean shit. I don’t really want to give you the details but it was a little messy. Ok, I think messy kind of gives it away. When that happened, I realised that this babysitting is no easy thing. Not. At. All. What with all the shit! Here’s just a few things that both irk and melt me about this lil man:
The cosmic part is, however yucky, smelly, or irritating my nephew gets, I still adore him. I guess that’s how our parents look at us. And how God looks at all of us. Like innocent lil kids, however shitty we could often be.
babysitting in, where else, Europe!
**This is part of a 68-Day Travel Diary called Reflections of a Nearly Thirty. Read the full Reflections Series here.
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