Sometimes I Wish I Was Six.

Which is probably why I like babysitting so much, despite the fact that I'm supposed to be "too old" for it.

Tonight I got to play some sort of whacked-out chess game where Furby was a rook, a bionicle was a knight, and some sort of headless crocodile (alligator?) was a pawn. Though Graeme's actually starting to learn the rules of the game (read: almost understands how a pawn can move), which is fun. And I somehow succeeded in producing check-mate, which I've never done in my life! And please don't ruin my fun by reminding me a) that it was a fluke or b) that I was playing against a six-year-old.

After all the chess-related fun, we practiced counting money (what, teach? who, me?) and then watched Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire from the tent in the living room. I was quite surprised that Graeme didn't get scared at all, but that's probably because he didn't quite understand what was going on. Every time someone died he just said "Oooohhhh...he was petrified!"

Unfortunately, poor Chantelle is so sick that she spent most of the night in bed and couldn't join in on all the fun. She did watch a bit of Harry Potter with us, though, the fanatic that she is.

So yeah, all that to say that I like kids. Maybe that's what I should be when I grow up. A kid. Do you need to go to school for that? Hmmm...