As much as I like little kids, I will NEVER have kids of my own. Prime example happened tonight.

My dad and my sister came back from hunting and they killed a deer. Dad said he needed help cleaning it, so he asked my aunt. At first all I had to was keep an ear out for my baby cousin...

Then he wakes up and begins crying.

ARGH!

So I had to play babysitter for a wailing, screaming infant for an HOUR. For the first 25-30 minutes of it, all he did was CRY. I put his pacifier in his mouth, he spits it out. I do it again, he still spits it out. I dip the thing in Kool-Aid (yeah, I know not smart.) AND HE STILL SPITS IT OUT. DX I made him lay down for a couple of minutes and he starts crying again. He pulls my hair, I get annoyed. That's the one thing you NEVER do with me is mess with my hair. You do and I will REALLY hurt you. Nngh...

So after a while, my sister comes in from outside and our conversation was like this. (I'll use Chi for my sister's name and Sen for mine)

"Chi!"
"What?"
*while holding wailing baby* "Get me a diaper, the baby wipes, and a hair scrunchie."
"Ok." *runs off to do so and comes back*
"Okay, now put my hair up."
"Umm... okay..." *does so*
"OW! OW!"

Of course she hands me the rest of the stuff and I wind up changing the kid's diaper and feeding him until his mom comes in. I do know one thing...

SHE OWES ME BIG TIME FOR THIS.

I have LOW patience and LOW tolerance for wailing infants. I think I'd wind up being the mother who'd drink a ton of some sort alcohol just to keep my nerves in order... Urgh...

On another note, I kinda like how my sister put my hair up. :3

That is all.
~Sen

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