So at the beginning of 2010, I lucked into one of the best nannying jobs a person could have. My charges are 2 little boys/leprechauns, with bright red hair and freckles, who are usually well behaved, sometimes mischievous, and always completely hilarious.
The 12 year old, whom we'll call simply (12) is a brilliant wiz-kid of a child to whom any grade less than an A+ in school is cause for great distress. He has several plots in the works to take over the world as an adult, the first of which is winning the office of Class President next year. He took the first step towards that goal this year by winning a seat on the Student Board and is already planning his campaign strategy for next year. It includes buttons with his grinning face plastered on them. But don't be fooled by his focused and eloquent demeanor: a few months ago he spent an entire car ride to a violin lesson giggling over the fart-sound app he'd downloaded onto his iPod touch and discussing the accuracy of each sound's name.
The 9 year old, or (9), is basically Calvin from the Calvin and Hobbes comic: he even looks like him. He's very smart and gets excellent grades, but while I'm doing dishes, I often hear him narrating some epic battle or basketball game to himself in the basement. He tries very hard to be organized and methodical like (12) but is unfortunately too easily distracted by shiny/interesting/noisy/smelly things to really succeed and, generally, he's ok with that. He can also tell you anything you'd ever want to know about: roads in the US, moon cycles, dinosaurs, bugs, and Mario Kart.
They drive me nuts, they make my day, and they say the damndest things. Enjoy!
