I’ve done some babysitting and most of the time, it’s fun but very tiring. I always seem to end up with really hyperactive kids, the bounce off the wall, scream the house down, tear up the room kind. It’s kinda hard keeping up with them but by far the worst are the boys. Girls I can handle, because they usually want to do relatively tame things like talk, even though keeping up a conversation with them for more than an hour is like a guaranteed headache giver. And god, they are such potty-mouths! 
Anyway, this couple came over with their seven year old boy some time ago today and since nobody else could be bothered playing with him, I was stuck with entertaining him. So yeah, a seven year old ultra talkative totla kid and there’s nothing in our house for him to do. Except the table tennis table ( 
) in our basement. So off we go downstairs, it’s cold and we have an unfinished basement so I was playing barefoot and there’s all these cement bits lying around. And boy, did he make me run! Ouch!!!
I tried explaining to him how table tennis is played but nooo, he had to have his way so he kept hitting the beams and me and various other things, everything except the table. And all the while, he was saying something totally incoherent (he’s totla) and I pretended to understand because he got really pissed off when I ignored him. So Taala (moi) and little totla Mohammed on a sugar high played table tennis. And then near the end he’s like I know a different game we can play with this and he proceeded to regurgitate what I had said about how table tennis is really played. Err. God, he hit the ball so hard, my arms were over my face most of the time. He won of course what did you expect. 
My stepmom is insisting I clean up, so I have to fix the broken net, pick up the squished into the carpet brownie crumbs, vaccuum those little round pieces of paper that fell out of the hole-punch when he upended it, and explain to my sister why her fancy easter bunny stickers are no more (they’re on his knees and in my hair).
The kid’s adorable and really sweet but I can only take him in small doses. Hehe, me and my sister keep dragging him onto our laps and kissing him and he totally hates it. 
Mein tay tahayya kar leeta ai, larkay nai paida karnay. Uff yeh sar dard.
I feel sorry for those that have boys
.. atleast they keep us busy all the time … n i admire their never endin supply of energy… i wish i cud borrow sum from em once in a while…
Got about 8-12 names in mind and I have a feeling I’m gonna be needing more 
