Betsy is currently on a childcare provider's retreat, so I'm on my own with the kids, which isn't a big deal, but I tend to let things slide more than I should in situations like this. The kids don't mind, of course. They get to eat peanut-butter and jelly and Pop-tarts and they get to watch Harry Potter and they get to dress like super-heroes. In other words, they get to live my dream life while their mother is away. Everyone is happy and no one complains.
And to make things even more fun, Betsy's mom is coming to pick up Jack and Macy for pretty much the whole day. So, it's just me and Zoe and the big screen (which I brought in from the garage for the weekend). In about thirty minutes my mother-in-law is going to whisk the impressionable youths away to play politely at her house and I will be left to play all sorts of horrible and violent shoot-em-up video games. Zoe, being still in the "motionless lump" stage of her life, isn't likely to judge me for the inappropriateness of my entertainment choices.
Let's be honest, I'll probably just spend the day playing Wii Bowling or Tetris or something remarkably tame. I'm a frumpy and dumpy thirty-two year old white American male who works in a daycare. I'm pretty far from edgy.
Thank you,
Matt Beers
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