So I have this part-time job, early in the morning's, as a nanny. What I do is at 7:30 a.m. I get the kids up and ready for the day, sending the two oldest ones to school, and the two younger one's to the neighbor's house.
Well today, the youngest, Elyse, who's three, wanted to wear her swimsuit. So I let her put it on, then suggested putting her clothes on over top. She was adamant that that was NOT going to happen. So then I said that I would just put them in the diaper bad to take with them when they go to their neighbor's house.
"No, no, no, no!" She had screamed at me. "No clothes!"
I continued to put the clothes in there anyway's and she just started freaking out at me, crying over putting her clothes in the bag. I patiently waited for her to stop while she looked at me like I had brought the plague to even consider doing that, and cried, "You!" pointing her finger as she did so.
It was hard to keep from laughing at that, but then I succeeded and said, "Me?"
"You!"
"What about me?"
She had just continued to point at me, staring down at me from the top of the stairs, tears streaming down her face, shouting, "You!"
"Me?" I had said again. "Is it my fault?'
She had sniffled, then nodded.
"Are you mad at me because I put your clothes in your bag?"
"Yes." She cried, glaring at me as she did so.
I just thought that the whole thing was pretty funny how she was upset about that. Especially how she just yelled "You!" to me several times. I don't know if it's something that you just had to be there fore, but I thought that it was funny. :-)
Well today, the youngest, Elyse, who's three, wanted to wear her swimsuit. So I let her put it on, then suggested putting her clothes on over top. She was adamant that that was NOT going to happen. So then I said that I would just put them in the diaper bad to take with them when they go to their neighbor's house.
"No, no, no, no!" She had screamed at me. "No clothes!"
I continued to put the clothes in there anyway's and she just started freaking out at me, crying over putting her clothes in the bag. I patiently waited for her to stop while she looked at me like I had brought the plague to even consider doing that, and cried, "You!" pointing her finger as she did so.
It was hard to keep from laughing at that, but then I succeeded and said, "Me?"
"You!"
"What about me?"
She had just continued to point at me, staring down at me from the top of the stairs, tears streaming down her face, shouting, "You!"
"Me?" I had said again. "Is it my fault?'
She had sniffled, then nodded.
"Are you mad at me because I put your clothes in your bag?"
"Yes." She cried, glaring at me as she did so.
I just thought that the whole thing was pretty funny how she was upset about that. Especially how she just yelled "You!" to me several times. I don't know if it's something that you just had to be there fore, but I thought that it was funny. :-)
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