Friday night we got the call to puppy-sit. In classic babysitter style, we raided the fridge, wound up our charge, and put her to bed.
Peter’s solution for not listening:
There was a lot of this. Especially when I tried to sit quietly and read a book.
The sleepier she got, the cuddlier she got though.
I love her furrowed brow and how she always looks slightly worried. I tried to match her face.
Don’t worry, she fell asleep before mom and dad got home. Not in her own bed exactly but no babysitter is perfect.