Today I got to hang out with a few 18-month olds for four hours. It’s been a while (9 years) since I’ve had to deal with (be responsible for) people of that age. We were at a conference for Methodist Pastors at a hotel in Lake Placid, and since I’m not Methodist and didn’t have to go to the workshops, I got to do childcare.
- The best snacks really are are goldfish and cheerios.
- Putting shapes into the appropriate holes is harder than it looks.
- There’s nothing really wrong with peeing your pants. When you gotta go, you gotta go. Deal.
- Climbing on things is fun.
- Taking turns is fine, as long as it’s not my puppy-lovey (or my book, or my — fill in the blank).
- If you cry loud enough and long enough someone from housekeeping will come to check up on you.
- Plastic bags are everywhere you turn, at least in hotel rooms, and are fun to play with.
- Ditto for window-blind cords.
- And glass table tops.
- The best time is when mommy comes back to pick you up.
(Seriously, if you have an 18-month old and you’re going to stay in a hotel room, there are plastic bags lining all the trash cans, and don’t forget the one that’s lining the ice bucket.)