Tonight Liz and I were babysitting again. This time for a few hours, and we didn’t watch her here at our place. We went over there. I told Teresa that Liz and I were going to make out on the couch while she was gone. And since she didn’t like that idea, I insisted on making popcorn.
I realized something tonight. I evidently associate popcorn with babysitting because the teenage girl that typically does the babysitting in the scary movie usually has popcorn made when the masked murderer comes after her.
Which is odd, because I don’t associate teenage girls or masked murderers with babysitting. Just the popcorn. This is just one of those places where me and my subconscious are pals. He wouldn’t do that to me.
Babies are frikkin’ magic, man. I had little Lexie asleep in my arms through most of Legally Blonde 2 and it was so awesome the movie didn’t bother me once. Not one little bit. I just stared at Lexie through most of it. Woke her up every once in awhile to watch her fall back asleep. Kept her going as much as I could so she would sleep through the night for mama.
Couldn’t have had more fun on a Saturday night.
What can I say? I’m getting old.
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