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My Skills as a Babysitter, and an observation about Sophie

  • Writer: Wesley
    Wesley
  • Feb 22, 2017
  • 2 min read

Hello Everyone,

I first sent out this email on November 27th, 2014.

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One must cross four doorways to get to or from my current apartment. At each one, Arthur slinks through quickly (especially on the way out, as it's dog park time), while Sophie will wait and look at you until she's invited through. One might think that this strange behaviour is caused by her fear of the doors closing on her mid way (they close automatically), but I think there might be a simpler explanation. I think Sophie might be a vampire.

Think about it: she needs an invitation before she'll enter a home, garlic is bad for her, and she'll die if you drive a stake through her heart. Actually, I'm not sure why that last one is a thing with vampires. I'm not a doctor or anything, but I'm pretty sure just about anything will die if you drive a stake through its heart.

This theory also fits well with Sophie's Old World charm and formal mannerisms. She gives off a cultured bearing concealing the cold-blooded killer beneath. For the first few years of her life, she also slept in a wooden box, which isn't exactly a coffin, but it's a lot closer than the bed she sleeps in now (which is my bed).

In other news, I'd like to report that 20 years after my last gig, I'm back in the babysitting business. This past Saturday was the second time I've watched over my nephew Harrison. Both cases went by without incident. There were a few close calls, as he did wake up and fuss a bit, but I figured my presence would not have improved matters so let him fall back asleep on his own, which he did after a few minutes.

He's quite an active sleeper. In the course of a few hours, he makes his way from one end of his crib to to the other and back a couple of times. I know people who are less active when awake.

Now, I'm not going to say that with my vast experience of having baby sat twice now, and that both times were without incident, means that I know more about parenting than my sister. We'll just say, in the spirit of familial peace, that we know the same amount.

wes

 
 
 

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