The 9 and 6 year old nieces and I babysat each other
recently for an entire week.
We went to the movies.
We spilled our drinks, our popcorn and our candy.
We were the "Spiller Girls."
We danced in the bathroom after showers and teeth brushing.
Grandma bought us lunch one day.
The blue bird of happiness came to visit.
As did Lady Liberty.
We were frequently so tired we stole cat naps in the car.
The 9 year old told her parents upon their return,
"We were good 90% of the time."
Which was true.
We managed to survive without any major meltdowns by any of us.
I love these girls.