When I was a child I was an angel. Well, not so much an angel as my brother was the devil - so by comparison...
We had this truly lovely Italian babysitter named Camilla. She was really the sweetest human to have ever walked the earth. She had the patience of a saint and sometimes a goat in her backyard to play with - until they ATE it. Anyways...
One day my brother thought a fun game would be to yell and scream and pretend we were bleeding all over the front lawn dying (with the assistance of a bottle of ketchup this was made ever more realistic..) to see what Camilla would do. Well - predictably she flipped out and started crying and screaming and.... we laughed. That broke the spell and she started chasing us with the empty ketchup bottle.
That night our Mother sat us down to have a serious discussion about our actions but somehow - couldn't really take her seriously since she kept hiding her face behind a pillow and laughing.
Ah to be young again...
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Wow - you are like a Blogging machine today - go go go go!
You know after Camilla ATE her goat, I think I would have been nicer to her. After all, the goat was her friend - after that incident on the lawn, I wonder how you and your brother rated.
I used to follow my babysitter Shandora around cause she was soooo cool (can't really explain why exactly now) - I was her little shadow until she knelt down to change the radio channel and somehow kicked me in the jaw causing a veriable fountain of bleeding from out of my mouth. I think Shandora was totally freaked that my parents would think she was trying to kill me and kept apologizing to me as I drained my blood into the bathroom sink. I of course just looked up with dewy eyes; she still LIKED me.
We were terrible to our Camilla - but she still loved us. She was a total doll - she still lives in her old house with her parents.... never had kids of her own... (ah - now I get it!)
Sounds like you should write a novel featuring your Shandora. Poor you. What did your parents say?
Told your story of the babysitter, the brother, the ketchup and the mother and it was a big hit - gave you full credit - just wanted you to know that you're funny, even secondhand.
Warm fuzzies.
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