Cezza’s got an appointment today, so it’s officially my first babysitting stint, so it’s time to consider safe, easily containable activities to entertain the eldest nephew for what I’m assured will be no longer than an hour:
Max (3), having already expressed an interest in puzzles, doggies, and shitly animated, tenuosly scripted, 3D kids tv-shows, has come forward with a veritable cornucopia of options…
- Re-doing his jigsaw puzzle compendium, being clearly dis-satisifed with the first five successful attempts
- Doing some colouring (junior rendering as I’ll be calling it)
- Watching me listen to the new acoustic alkaline trio I got this morning, crudely editing out at least half of the swear words with the mute button
- Playtime with the train set, regularly interspersed with firing crass accusations at me (his one and only uncle) of sabotage
- Doing dry runs with his epi-pen incase of cashew ingestion
- Discussing the potential negative stereotyping of the African American community in the collectors edition of Boyz ‘n’ the Hood
- Discussing the potential negative stereotyping of the hispanic community in Dora
- Exploiting the obvious fact that I’ve got no idea what to say to a child
- Spinning around and around until he spews.
