corrupting young minds, one at a time
It's David night. We're babysitting for my nephew while my sister and her husband are at a wedding. My sister (Jo-Anne) was a very selfish sister today and gave David a nap at 5pm. Which means he won't be going to sleep until about midnight. In my world, that leaves me free reign to do whatever I want with David without paying any attention to my brother-in-law Lew's ten page list of Rules For Watching David. Lew is, how do you say it? Anal. Yes, that's the word.
On tap for tonight are a few movies. We'll start with Ghostbusters, move on to Army of Darkness and work our way up to a few Girls Gone Wild videos. Then we'll teach him the words to a few Slayer songs, feed him six packages of Sponge Bob gummis for dinner and put beer in his bottle.
We've just taught him how to say "Nice rack, babe!"
[Relax, Lew. I'm sure by the time you get home and read this, David will be sound asleep and none the worse for wear. Just don't give me grief tomorrow when he says "Lighten up, Lew! We didn't mean to teach him that, it was an accident. Hey, remember when Jo taught DJ how to say "Mommy's a bitch?" Yea.]