I took the kids I babysit to this playground that's about 12 blocks away. So it's a 20 block walk back total there and back, plus like... an avenue and a half. So that's far in this heat! I mean, if it's far for me, you'd think it would be exhausting for a four year old. We get back, and I'm sitting on the floor with the little girl, but she's eating ice cream, so I suggest that she sit at the table. She does, and I continue sitting on the floor. She looks at me, so I ask if I'm supposed to sit at the table to, and she tells me yes. I relate really poorly to children, and sometimes I forget that I'm, well, with children. So I was like "eh, I'm tired. I can't get up right now," and she goes "are you stuck to the floor?" It was funny.
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Updated On: 6/20/06 at 06:34 PM