Lies and falsehoods, Padfoot!

So last night I was babysitting these three kids of my mom's friend, and we walked down the street to get ice cream at Stewarts.

Stewarts must be the hot spot in Poultney, because it was crawling with teenagers. (SKETCHY teenagers.)

So the three kids and I get our ice cream, and we're walking over to the picnic tables to eat it, and we pass between a group of teenagers and a girl walking over to join them. She goes "I love you" real sweet to one of the guys, and my youngest charge, Brock (he's not quite 3 yet) looks up at her and goes "I love you too!"

Oh, I almost died.


Also, the oldest kid, Emma, is me at 9. Seriously.




Awwww... Chet died on Boy Meets World. And Shawn was all upset. *tear* I WANT TO HUG HIM.


OH!!! But yesterday was the episode where Eric is filming himself and Jack and Rachel, and a bunch of guys are watching him and Jack hug or wrestle or something and this guy Louie goes "I told you they were gay. Pay up."

I TOTALLY WIN.


Ok, I'm done rambling now.

I baby-sat again today.

There was no more mention of sexiness, homosexuality, or anything else from yesterday.

But Austin and Nathan did try to kill each other once again.


I took them for a walk to the playground up the street, and who should drive by us on the way back? Aaron Mack.

Me: *Waves*
Aaron *Waves back. Looks amusedly at gaggle of children*
Gaggle of Children: Who's that?
Me: My friend Aaron.
Gaggle of Children: We like his car!
Me: Aaron! Aaron!
Aaron: *Leans casually out of car, now parked in Teddy's driveway* Yes?
Me: They like your car.
Aaron: Thanks!
Me: *Smiles, waves goodbye*
Aaron: *Waves goodbye*
Me + Gaggle of Children: Meander off up street.

And that was that.

I went babysitting today. I decided that anyone who thinks there is no Heaven, anyone who thinks the world is a dark, cold, awful place, has never been swinging. There is no feeling equal to swinging so high you feel the point where you stop going up and then come back down. There is no need for pot, just go swinging. It feels like flying. When all you can see are the clouds and all you feel is the cold metal beneath your fingers and all you hear is the laughter of children, then you know what it means to be high on life. And you know that there is a Heaven, and it is just like this. And you know that the world is beautiful.

And you wonder about what physics makes your hat fall off, and then you laugh at yourself for thinking about physics when the wind is ruffling your hair and it flies in your face and you leap off the swing and run like the four year old children you are with down across a field even though you generally hate running.

And you wonder if Hitler would have turned out differently if he'd had a swingset as a child.

There is so much beauty in the world if you only look for it a little. Don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise.