Babysitting is not for the weak

Babysitting 4 kids for 3 days, aged 13, 9, 9, and 8 respectively, is a test of a man's will. Epsecially a man that doesn't have his own ankle biters. You'll experience mental anguish, exhaustion, anger, excitement, thrills, chills, and spills. Especially spills. I don't know how parents do it... Even more, it cuts into "Uncle Awl's" (As my nephew pronounces my name) wrtiting time, to say the very least.

Now that the shorties are with their breeders, and I no longer have to be an amateur psychologist, referee, and cook, I have some time to gather my rather feeble thoughts. I'll be back with those later today. I'm sure you can't wait...