Annie, my littlest one, has had her eye on a set of triplets in our neighborhood since they were born. Finally, she got up the courage to go up to the mom and ask her if she needed any help with the babies. The mom asked her if she would like to watch her toddler during the triplet's birthday party.
Well...Annie was on cloud nine. And so was I. I was so proud of her for being so brave. I am horribly shy, and I love that Annie doesn't take after me in that way.
Then...later that night, I was struck with panic that if she was the babysitter, then there wouldn't be anyone babysitting her! I figured it wouldn't be too cool if I went with her to her job.
Tim was just waking up for the day, so I cornered him and poured out all of my worries about it. In the light of day, it seems a little less scary, but I am still ambivalent.
PS... What is the first thing I say to the mother of triplets?.. "Are they identical?"...She pointed out the unique features of each one, and I felt so stupid for being one of those people that asks such an annoying question.
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