Not the belligerent-looking girl in the middle. She just glommed onto us that day, and was all, I GET TO BE IN THE PICTURE, TOO, and then she and Tekia got into a slap fight about it, and then the daycare worker came over and was like, I'm sure it's not a big deal if she's in the picture, and then looked over at me like, Right? So obviously I couldn't be like, Well actually...
But then we took a silly picture and Cranky Pants wanted no part of it so, good. These are my nine-year-olds, my unpaid park-based babysitters. To be honest, they exhaust me a bit, because whenever we show up they swarm Geneva (if she's sleeping, they peek on her until I tell them to stop. If I'm holding her, they swarm ME), but they also play this game with Eleanor where one of them pushes her on the swing, and the other ones pretend like she's kicking them over.
It's amazing.
We didn't see them all last winter, and now that the pool's closed, we probably won't see them until next summer, when they are ten. Hopefully they're still SUPER into toddlers.
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We have a swarm of 9- to 13-year-olds at our church who do the same thing. My Eleanor has never lacked for big girls to play with her. It's the best, isn't it?
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