Jesus christ it's the internal combustion engine not rocket science
Trying to explain the difference between a two-stroke and a four-stroke to a six year old is about as difficult as I would have envisioned it to be, but what I really want to know is,
WHY THE FREAKING FUCK DOES HE WANT TO KNOW?
Anyway.
Babysitting is not my forte. Unless I misunderstood and she actually wants me to sit on him. I'd be very good at that. He's still awake, and it's about midnight. She told me to have him in bed by eight, and that he'd probably wake me up at the ass of dawn and make me do things like cook him food and shit. This way, he's not whiny and annoying and I don't have to do anything resembling discipline, and he'll probably let me sleep in in the morning. I don't know why she didn't think of this.
Anyway.
Fuck you recession. I want my shitty job back.
WHY THE FREAKING FUCK DOES HE WANT TO KNOW?
Anyway.
Babysitting is not my forte. Unless I misunderstood and she actually wants me to sit on him. I'd be very good at that. He's still awake, and it's about midnight. She told me to have him in bed by eight, and that he'd probably wake me up at the ass of dawn and make me do things like cook him food and shit. This way, he's not whiny and annoying and I don't have to do anything resembling discipline, and he'll probably let me sleep in in the morning. I don't know why she didn't think of this.
Anyway.
Fuck you recession. I want my shitty job back.