Babysitting!

You may be a person who love and admire frivolous nature of kids; you might be a person who might possibly love to stay with your dear kid or rather some kid. What if you are asked to sit with a creature which displays varied emotions in a series of succession, which cracks the adamant nature of yours, which has crept in yourself since your childhood? Whoever you are… you won’t have a heart to kick that bloody teasing creature.

However cute/sweet it might be… for a baby everything around is stranger than fiction and for you it is crappier than managing the trajectory of your pee!

The pee factor with extra cakes makes you a nomad!

You will play along or it will play all alone with toys whatever might be the case, you must always have a watch over it. Otherwise, you’ll pay for doing nothing (either way). Sometimes it remains quiet, sometimes plays with stuffs, sometimes it eats whatever appeals to it, sometimes it giggles, sometimes it cries aloud and freaks you out, sometimes you may witness a gleam in its eyes, sometimes sadness. And sometimes it gives strange expressions, by then you must figure out that it is going to pee and you will be in a hyper annoyed state as if you have never gone for a pee on your pants for a million years. As clock ticks it gives another strange expression which never blooms out clearly. But it starts laying solid cakes in the same place. You’ll only figure it out by hearing the ‘urrrm’ sound created or the smell. The aroma fills the air and blows you out in a single shot. You would have happened to be a mulish ass but now you are forced to clean an ass crack which remains partially filled with shit. This is the worst part of babysitting. Lol!

You will be a nomad inside four walls.

I wrote this post on seeing my friend who happens to be a girl, who was doing this white washing a baby’s ass stuff. She poured down things that happened with all emotions blurting out with expressions. Lol!!