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I had a lot of fun babysitting, even if I did feel like at some point I was going to accidentally injure or kill my sister’s children. If I had done that, it would have been three times as bad as killing their lawn and I’d likely have to move to another country to avoid the enormous amount of guilt I’d feel.

There were times I caught myself worrying that my niece’s applesauce was too thick and that she would choke; or that my nephew’s toy dinosaur might actually bite off his finger and he’d bleed to death. And I felt more like Aunt Josephine from ‘A Series of Unfortunate Events’ then ever before when I envisioned a toy basketball spontaneously combusting and blinding my nephew.

Nothing like that happened, of course. But I’ve gained a lot of perspective on what parent’s actually go through and now completely understand why my mother put a leash on me with rainbow straps to prevent me from hiding in clothes racks at the mall.

At the end of the day, I tackled my Nephew and forced him to give me a hug goodbye. He squirmed somewhat and as soon as he was on the ground again, he ran straight to SML and said, “I have to give Scott a hug! And a kiss!” He wrapped himself around SML and planted a big kiss on his leg ignoring the fact that I was the one who tried to force feed him earlier that day and was clearly the person that deserved more hugging.

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