I just remembered a tidbit from my childhood. I told my kids this morning and they loved it, so I thought it might be a good idea to store it here in my longterm memory banks blog.
Back when I was 11yo, I went on a babysitting job with my best friend. She was 12 and an old pro, but I had never been allowed to babysit so I felt very grown up and privileged.
We babysat. This was where I learned a little toddler-diapering trick that has stood me in good stead over the years. This was also where I witnessed an adorable bit of toddler cuteness as the mom was giving us instructions before she left:
Mom: Here is Miranda’s plate with her dinner.
Mom: She can watch a bit of TV after she eats.
Mom: She can have 2 cookies for dessert.
Mom: Her bedtime is at 8:00.
Miranda: Not yet!
Gina told me that the parents in this home allowed her to snack on whatever she wanted and they had given me permission as well. I imagine my jaw hit the floor when I heard that. In our house, I remember the menus being strictly planned. “Don’t get into that cheese! I need it for Thursday! Don’t each all of the peanut butter – it has to last til next Friday.” There was no free snacking in my childhood memories.
I peeked into the freezer and found – oh, joy! – a bag of chocolate chips! What treaure! What luxury! At my coaxing, Gina and I nibbled the entire bag.
It. Was. Good.
And then the parents returned, and we went back to Gina’s home.
But the story doesn’t quite end there, on such a happy note. Apparently the parents later discovered the missing bag of chocolate chips. Gina told me later that they changed the rules and began setting out preplanned snacks for Gina because they feared she was not making wise choices.
I’m sorry Gina. But it was worth it, wasn’t it?by