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How many of you surely remember, children are not exactly my passion.

attack the disease, are usually filthy and, last but not least, is the splits large chestnuts.
I mean, why hate Venice Piazza San Marco is packed with children who feed the pigeons (and pigeons are another thing that I hate).

Anyways, when I discovered that here in NY a babysitter is paid the beauty of 15 / $ 20 per hour (+ tip, usually), I said to myself maybe I can try to pretend that these evil creatures and jumping you enjoy at least a little '.

And as long as it was to care for children / 10 years and everything went pretty well: a little 'episodes of Hannah Montana , a chat about Zac Efron, casual wear for any advice on what type of All Star coolest and some bowling on the wii.
In practice, a perfect evening for myself.
lacked only a glass of Barbera, but clearly here up to 21 years, no one can touch alcohol, so what I had to delete.
Anyway: nice & easy.
's more fruitful, because $ 15 an hour for what I usually do for free I would say that is a great big Bazza.

But in reality, this was the calm before the storm.
contrary: the hurricane. A hurricane

double, two years and placed in the coolest area of \u200b\u200bBrooklyn: supermegaiperviziati twins. It totally
Matt. Indeed: nuts, as they say here.

I noticed these two creatures Mephistophelian yesterday, from 4.30 am to 9.30 pm.
And I thought of dying.
or to change in Franzoni.

I have done everything brought her with baseball bats, plastic diapers launched (dirty, of course - thankfully there was not shit else ....), pulled the food him and spread the apple sauce on mine and on their faces.

Then, of course, he beats up among them, they stole the toys and pulled her hair.

I had to lift them 50 times each to make him the basket with the ball.

And I had to adjust to 30 times their Mr. Potato Head, which continued to pull the pieces apart and then come to me and say "Oh ho!".

from 4.30 to 8.30 are not even able to go to the toilet because I had to oversee what they were doing with absolute thoroughness, to prevent them from taking blows to the plasma screen or you will scratch or jumped off the balcony (all of which have, of course, tried to do. Repeatedly).

At 8.30 I was able to put them to bed and, deo gratias, have abbioccati almost immediately. I, too, I would

abbioccata almost immediately, and instead waited for the parents of two infants watching Alvin & the Chipmunks .

When the hosts arrived, I was half asleep and totally their pacifiers.

you with hiccups and giggles, he with his eyes closed and unstable center of gravity.

clearly not eager to be able to leave for a while 'those two pests indomitable.

So there must have been in the wine, as Lynette of Desperate Housewives.

alcohol is probably the only solution to the twins to survive.

So, next time, I'll go to work drunk.

Or, perhaps, put the bottle of cognac in twins.

What do you say, the risk of jail?

JOKE OF COURSE.

ahaha


(maybe)