Nov 24, 2004 22:40
Okay, so watching twenty of my parents' friends' kids isn't so bad after all. They actually grow on me. This one monstrous little boy actually became kind of cute.
His name is Jensen. He's almost 7. He kept hitting me the whole night, punching me and kicking me, and it actually hurt. So I hated him.
But then, at the end of the night, some other kids asked me where I was going to college, and I said somewhere on the East Coast. And Jensen said, "when are you leaving?" and I said "next September." And he said, "do you really have to go?" and he looked all sad. So I was really touched. I guess he'll miss having someone to constantly hit.
And then, it was hilarious: I let him go into my room, and he stood there for like 20 minutes staring at all my pictures on the wall. And he looks at this picture of Marilyn Monroe, the famous one where her skirt is flying up, and his eyes get really big and he says, "WHOA!" And he looks at her for a little bit longer and turns around and whispers, "I can see her underwear..." and I say, "well, then we shouldn't look at this picture anymore should we?" and we leave my room. That made my day ^____^