The Little Rascals

    Kiley is standing in front of me waving her hand to get my attention. She was dressed head to toe in a  red outfit. From the color of her lips to the heels on her feet. Her hair was blonde. It looked as though she was in need of a hair cut. I noticed the burnt tips of her hair had taken hold and the brown roots began to sink in. I wondered if she simply didn't care about her hair or if she just didn't have time due to the fact she had 2. I wasn't ready to work that day. I had 2 essays due and a quiz due that night. There was no way I would be able to do all that homework and babysit 2 little kids. Kiley looked tired as she yawned severeal times in a row. I would be tired too if I had a 4 year old and an 8 month old. Kiley had what looked like a rosary with big beads. She began to explain to me that the baby was teething and this necklace would provide comfort to her gums. I was given the task to drive the kids back home to begin our day. 

    "I'm hungry! Am I ever going to be fed?" crys Hannah. I glance over at this little blonde girl staring wide eyed up at me. Her glasses seemed to be broken as it hung lopsided off her face. She was tiny for most four year olds her age, but quite mature. Her favorite color was pink. As I could tell by the color of her hair. Hannahs hair was flaming pink. She began to jump up and down anxiously as she waited for me to finish putting baby Mia in the carseat. Baby Mia was anxious as well as she began to cry. I noticed that as her face would cry the color of her skin became red. Mia was a big baby. She seemed to hold a lot of weight for not being a year old yet. As I begin to place Hannah in her booster seat she begins to clap. As she claps in rhythm to the beat of the song 'we will rock you', I  begin to sing. "No singing is allowed in the car!" says Hannah. I notice the baby begin to laugh as the tone of  Hannahs voice rises and the clapping becomes louder to overpower my singing. 

     As we arrive at the house I begin to grab both girls from the car. Hannah being the anxious impatient child she is runs out of my arms and into the street. She begins to dance back and forth acrosss the gravel. I quickly run to grab her and begin to explain to her the importance of staying close to me at all times. I notice Hannahs face begin to cringe and the tears begin to fall. As I take both girls inside the house I notice the hoouse is unusually messy. I would assume that my house would be the same if I had to deal with these 2 girls 24/7 7 days a week. Hannah continues to cry and pulls herself away from me and onto the couch. "Can I watch TV?" she asks. I decide to use this desire of hers to my advantage by creating a deal. If Hannah can be a good girl and do her arts and crafts correctly, then she can watch tv for 30 minutes. I could tell that wasn't the answer she wanted to hear as her shoulder begin to drop and her eyes roll backwards, but she agrees to the deal and we shake. 

      A loud cry begins to arise as Mias arms begin to flutter back and forth. I glance at the clock and realize it's about time for her morning nap. As I carry Mia to her crib she begins to rub her eyes with her tiny little fingers. This was cleary a sign that she was in need of a nap. When Mia can see the crib she begins to kick and scream because she knows that she will be left there until she falls asleep. As I set her down the screaming and kicking begin and I quickly leave the room. The moment I enter the kitchen I find Hannah standing on the chair reaching up the counter in direction of the remote. I begin to scold her as she was told earlier the rule. She begins to sigh as she continues her activty against her will. 

     "I'm done! I'm done! I'm done!" she yells excitedly. I notice her eyes begin to open wide as she is in disbelief that she actually finished the activity alive. As I hand her the remote she sprints to the tv and plops herself on the couch. It was smooth sailing from there on. 

I would plan on giving more but the mom came home earlier and my day was cut short.