I couldn't say no.

I got a phone call from Uzi asking if I had any plans from 11 to 5 on Monday. I said nothing. Right when she said 11-5, a 6 hour period, I knew it had to be something Coffee Bean related, but HELLO I don't work there anymore. I can't cover your shift. She then asks me to look after Ely's two kids so that Ely can pick up an extra shift at the Bean. Of course, I can't say no. So tomorrow, from 11-5 I will be babysitting two kids, one aged 3 and the other is 7. Did I ever mention that I have never babysat by myself before? I've always had Lion or Pen with me.

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Fastforward to after 5 pm on Monday.

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The kids are finally gone. Ely paid me by taking me out to dinner. We went to Sak's in Westwood which is this cheap Japanese hole-in-the-wall type place. And just in case you don't know, any Asian restaurant that looks like a hole in the wall means it's authentic and the food will be good. If the place looks fancy, don't be surprised if the food is not up to par. Also, if you're in the Bay Area, SJ is THE spot to get pho. South Bay, represent! 408! (Sorry that's my ghetto East Side San Jose part talking.)

Anyway, so Lil P fell down the stairs. Lil J hurt her foot and I had to bandage her up. I fed them and they ate all of my food and went rummaging through Ell's cereal boxes that she had underneath her bed. They turned my surfboard into a slide. We played tic-tac-toe. We played Taboo. Lil P tried to pants me. Lil J tried to dog pile me. (I was in control the whole time. I swear I was.) They some how managed to make my ice pack explode so little bits of blue gel beads splattered every where on the staircase (Pst. Annie, if you go back to work at Westwood PT, can you get me another gel pack? Thanks!) We made it in one piece to the park. A kid came over to play frisbee with us and I kept telling that punk to throw it softly but he ended up hitting some lady on the back. Whoops. Not my child. Not my fault.

Not bad for my first solo baby sitting session, eh? The kids had fun. I had fun. I returned them to their momma with a couple of bruises, but hey, they're kids and they're active. I actually walked away with a fat purple bruise on my right big toe. All in a day's work.