remind me to write about how every time i am presented with children, i think i ought to reconsider the thought that i hate children, until five minutes after i relent about children, i hate children just a little more. remind me, when i am not so tired.

kid: look it's a rock!
me: yes, that's a nice rock.
kid: rocky rocky rocky i love my rocky...
me: you should name your rock.
kid: kayla.
me: that's a nice name.

...

kid: pretend like you're sick and you have to take these pills [rocks]! and you have to wear these glasses [rocks]. take this pill. and you have to take this one, too. and this one. and this one. [attempts to stuff rocks down my shirt and in my eyeballs.] hey little lady, you better take your pills!
me: okay, we're not going to play with rocks anymore.

...

louise: that was a pretty long baby-sitting detail.
me: you know, i love kids, up to a point. but i think i reached that point.

say it with me now. aaah.