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beatriceeagleI now have a new contender in the Scariest Moment of my Life Contest.
Today, I was babysitting my neighbors' three-year-old daughter, Kiera. My sister and I drove her to the zoo, where her classmate was having a birthday party. While my sister went and put our stuff on the table, I hung out with Kiera and one of her classmates's mother. The mother and I were kind of just joking around a little bit about preschool-age kids in general, when she turned to me and asked if I was Kiera's mother. "Because, you know, I've never met Kiera's mom..."
I kind of stopped for a second, wondering how to respond. There's the obvious, "Hell, no." And then there's, "My God, I'm fifteen years old, you crazy person." I settled on, "No, I'm her neighbor, I'm just watching her today."
The mother just laughed and said okay and didn't seem embarrassed, which I suppose is good, because she didn't do anything to really be embarrassed about (unlike, for instance, the 26-year-old who flirted with me at the ACLU conference when I was 14).
In other, less strange news, I have a bed again! Go me! It's only been two months without a mattress. (Fold out couch-beds are surprisingly comfortable, actually.)
Today, I was babysitting my neighbors' three-year-old daughter, Kiera. My sister and I drove her to the zoo, where her classmate was having a birthday party. While my sister went and put our stuff on the table, I hung out with Kiera and one of her classmates's mother. The mother and I were kind of just joking around a little bit about preschool-age kids in general, when she turned to me and asked if I was Kiera's mother. "Because, you know, I've never met Kiera's mom..."
I kind of stopped for a second, wondering how to respond. There's the obvious, "Hell, no." And then there's, "My God, I'm fifteen years old, you crazy person." I settled on, "No, I'm her neighbor, I'm just watching her today."
The mother just laughed and said okay and didn't seem embarrassed, which I suppose is good, because she didn't do anything to really be embarrassed about (unlike, for instance, the 26-year-old who flirted with me at the ACLU conference when I was 14).
In other, less strange news, I have a bed again! Go me! It's only been two months without a mattress. (Fold out couch-beds are surprisingly comfortable, actually.)
