Just Call Me Dr. Kit

Spencer just cracks me up sometimes. The other day he and Aksel, the little boy I babysit, were playing with the doctor kit that Aksel brought to share. I was the patient and they were both doctors. Spencer checked my in my ears and I asked: "How does it look?" He said "Good. There's just a dinosaur in there." Once my check-up was all done (I had to have 23 shots), I said: "Thank you Dr. Oswald." And Spencer said: "My name is not Dr. Oswald. It is Dr. Kit."

Babysitting does have its perks. Spencer has a built-in playmate nearly every day and I get to laugh hysterically over some of the crazy conversations and games they come up with. One of their favorite games that they invented recently is called "Dead Kangaroos". It is so named because it involves them both jumping around the room and then dropping to the floor suddenly, yelling "We're dead!". Then they close their eyes and stick out their tongues. After a minute they jump up again and repeat the whole process. They do this over and over again and think it is just the best game ever. Isn't that so funny?