You can tell our kid Ed has a babysitter come over the house every day.
The only time the babysitter isn’t there is when I am home with Ed.
I stayed at the beach house on Thursday so the HVAC professional could come to our house and make a few simple repairs to the gas furnace. I had the service done previously, however he was waiting for some small parts before he could finish the work. Shortly after the HVAC professional went down into the basement, our kid Ed disappeared. I could hear him talking to the HVAC professional and he was telling him stories. I walked downstairs and told Ed he needed to go upstairs and not bother the HVAC professional, then Ed told me that the man’s mommy was at home, and he was babysitting him for her. Ed was only multiple, and his logic was as nice as any. The HVAC professional told him to go on with his story and went back to work. I’m not sure where this story came from, however I was fairly particular it was a single the baby sitter told him. Ed spent hours reading to him and doing crafts to keep him busy. The last story was about the boy who cried wolf; Ed explained he shouldn’t tell people he was hurt, if he legitimately wasn’t. The HVAC professional slowly shook his hand before leaving and told Ed he was the best babysitter he ever had. My kid stuck out his hand and looked at me. Ed said he wanted paid love I paid his babysitter. The HVAC professional pulled $5 bill out of his pocket and said Ed was worth ten times that much, however his mom wouldn’t provide him with more cash than he should spend.