Adventures in Babysitting

Babysitting--I'm not really sure how it's supposed to go. Do I run to Toys-R-Us and garner every conceivable lego? I don't know. But after babysitting twice, I now have everything under control, or to put it another way, I have control of the tv. Much like a covenant, the tv can be a blessing and a curse: keeping a child under hypnosis--blessing; increasing the number of days until graduation--curse.

Speaking of blessings, here in Chicago we have been graced with another snow storm. Personally, I love the snow. I just hate it when my go cart, VW Jetta, slides through intersections. Not only does my car slide, but my leather seats are frozen like a popsicle. So Nikki and I decided to take Micah, the boy we are babysitting, outside for a "treat."