Kids

I think, today might have been a bit of a lesson of why I will never have kids. I got to play a little bit baby sitter, which I've discovered is an extremely formidable role. You do anything as much as taking away their drink bottle (possibly because they dropped out in a puddle) , and the thing turns into a ball of tears. The kids was responsible enough not to simply leave the house, but I reached a point where I no longer wanted to be seen near the front door, because if this kid thinks you saw him at the front door, he'd immediately open it and run to the play ground.

Ignore my tremendous love for kids, the rest of the day was a fairly relaxed catching up, eating nostalgic foods, and reminiscing childhood sceneries. Tomorrow should be a little bit more exciting in that regard. And if it isn't, then at least I'll have gotten to jump between four trains.

--Addition--

It's the next day, I'm on the first of my series of trains, and I feel like I didn't quite so justice to yesterday's entry. So have some more stories.

A friend came to visit yesterday, but he could only come after his brother got home with the car. The two used to live in the same apartment block with the car parked under the block. Promised time for car came and went, and no car. Didn't pick up the phone. Eventually, he took the bike to his brothers new place to find the car there, an hour later the brother even called to tell him this, with the explanation that it took too much effort and was actually easier to park on the street.
So how do we react to all this? We make plans of our own to be vague about the cars return location. The best hits were leaving the car with us and giving him a lift back, then giving the brother GPS coordinates with Lat and Longitude accidentally swapped. Or telling him to look for the "wagon" star constellation, and if he can see it, he's in the right hemisphere.

I'm also not the only one with an abundant love for the kid, as I discovered after being shown a picture of the beagle having jumped into the play pen of the kid (whilest the kid was outside), ears pressed firmly against the ground. But the beagle did let me see dogs in a nicer light than I usually see dogs. The thing didn't bark, didn't throw anything over, and getting her in the car meant opening the boot, opening the cage, waiting three seconds, and closing everything again.

Also, whilest driving on the wrong side of the road is happening without any problems by now, getting in on the correct side of the car is still not happening without a lot of concentration.