Two big things I never wanted to happen while babysitting happened today.
1. I perioded through my underwear while wearing a dress.
2. I was asked by a first grader if I believe in God.
The first one was actually the easiest to deal with.
Luckily no one else was home so I rinsed them in the sink and went commando while they were in the dryer. The baby woke up though so I strapped him onto me in a baby wrap and he fell back asleep while I awkwardly paced around the dryer hoping they’d be done before his moms came home.
The god thing left me rambling about how Mother Earth is a thing too and how I sorta believe in feeling a faith but that I get my faith from yoga instead of church, to which the kid I confused simply says: I don’t believe in him. Because I believe in dinosaurs and people who believe in God don’t believe in dinosaurs. I’d rather believe in dinosaurs.