I am not talking about the meat, but nick names for the little boys I get to play with every week. The best part about it is that I get paid to play with them. Let me just tell you that it is the BEST job ever! I am fairly confident that being a mom will be even better than being nanny. Ok it might be worse at times because I don't hand the children off to anyone else at the end of the day.
Last Friday my dear friend Peperoni decided we should go on a bear hunt. Seriously this three year old amazes every time I am with him. When I was three I don't think I wanted to go looking for bears. Before our hunt even started we found a baby bird. It was so cute and little and trying desperately to get back to his mom. The bird was stuck on the ground because it fell off the side walk. I helped it up and prayed it would live to find its mom. Who knows if that happen. This inspired Peperoni to look for other animals. Namely Belu, you know the bear from the Jungle book. Well we did not find him, but another animal found us. A cat which Sausage wanted to play with. I had a horrible vision of little one year old Sausage "playing" with the cat and the cat scratching him to death. Let's get real for a second when young children "play" with animals they treat them like their stuffed bear which equals straggling aka cuddling, pinching aka picking the animal up, pulling on the tail aka bringing the animal along, etc. I convince Peperoni that we needed to go home because I was having an allergic reaction to the grass we played in (my arms were turning red and itching a lot).
With much objection we headed home. Peperoni kept asking about the home for the cat and I kept telling him that it lived in the woods. Then a stroke of genius came over me. I told him that the cat and Belu were probably playing together. To this my sweet little friend agreed and decided to play inside because it was FREEZING outside (really it was just windy and he refused to wear a jacket). It is days like this that get me excited about being a mom some day.