…that does not belong to me.
A coworker of mine
talked tricked me into watching her little boy, John Michael, for 30 minutes this afternoon. So I had a playdate. And we played tic-tac-toe… on a grid of approximately 20 squares… with Ds and “Balloons” instead of Xs and Os…
When he was thirsty, he had to ”settle for” water because I couldn’t manage to come up with some chocolate milk. And he (unsuccessfully) tried to teach me to dance on one foot.
He just left. I am exhausted. Is that a bad sign?