The Pink Shoe Diaries

Note to self: never be too honest with children.

One of my coworkers brought in her 8 year old daughter today and she was obssessed with my desk. I admit, I have some fun things up here such as a snow globe, nicely scented hand lotions, fresh flowers, markers, stickers and fun pens with marabou feathers on them, etc (hey, a gal has to keep herself entertained). So I allowed her to hang with me for part of the day and be my "helper" (read: do all my heavy lifting)

Now you may not know this, but for all my anti-child musings, kids usually like me because I, like them, don't give a fuck. (And kids don't give a fuck at ALL. I have seen a kid walk up to a morbidly obese woman on a scooter and exclaim "Mommy that lady is HUGE!!". And I have seen a kid point to an "exotic" looking person and say "She has a nose like a witch!". And I have witnessed my own 7 year old cousin called an older Black man on the train "Shaka Zulu" to his face.)

Anywho here we are, this child and I, sitting at my desk and when her mother comes to collect her the child turns to me and says "Will you babysit for me sometime" and I said "Oh God No". And she cocked her head to the side and said "Whhyyyy!?". And I told her "Because honey if I babysat for you we would burn the house down".

A look of horror crossed her face

"Why would you burn my house down?!" she asked me and then turned to her mother "Sarah is mean!" and with that she huffed out the door.