Who says baby-sitting isn't a real job?

Baby-sitting last night, I got a new perspective on how our "new life" will be. The three-year-old I was sitting for came downstairs after I put him to bed about five million times with a complaint, as I was watching The Sixth Sense, of course. I've seen the movie before so it wasn't like I was scared, but it really ruins the mood of a horror movie when there's a toddler whining in the background, "I can't sleeeeep!"* I love the kid, he's actually really sweet, but I've learned that when I put little kids to bed and say, "just call me if you need anything," they translate that into anything. I can see I have my work cut out for me over the next couple of years.

*He did eventually fall alseep, but not until I: told him to think about his upcoming vacation as he was falling alseep ("I thinked about that already"), told him to think about his birthday party instead ("I thinked about that already"), told him to not think about his sister's snoring (might I add, his sister wasn't making a peep), got him his teddy bear, Mickey Mouse pillow, and water (on separate trips), and moved him into his own bed.