After hours of maths and science exams I was relieved to come home. That was until my mother opened the day and said ;there are two cute boys waiting for you.' Of course, being me, I thought she meant cute as in they could possibly be attractive and aroundmy age. No, I was wrong. Just about to take off my coat, I was confronted by a little 2 year olds and a 3 year old. Both cute in an adorable way but wasn't what I was expecting.
Later on, I tried to get on with my art coursework (which i'm lacking behind) but the 2 year insisted on dragging me into each room to play with the buttons on the washing up machines. Although I did try carrying on with my work trying to draw 'The Scream by Edvard Munch'. Unfortunately, I had to keep an eye on the 2 year old who kept grabbing mine and my mums perfum bottles thinking it was a plush ball. Nevertheless, he was still cute. He reminded me of the pictures I saw of my brother when he was a baby. He was known to be very happy and jolly. In fact, when my parents were 'touring' Europe more, a lot of French girls thought he was so cute they had to play with him. Anyway, the 2 year old then tried eating chocolates. Note to self: Never give a child a chewy, sticky, hard, toffee chocolate. By the time he finished toffee was stuck on his teeth and his little fingers couldn't pick it out. So being the only person in the room (he mother was busy talking) I had to remove the toffee. At least i'll know what it's like to look after children.
The 3 year old was a lot more talkative but when he's exposed to sugary foods and becomes very hyperactive. He is a very sarcastic boy for his age which I find hilarious. The only downfall is seeing him play with expensive ornaments and you want to take them off him but he'll just stand there blank and sad. There's no way you can hate him when you look at his angelic face.
 iChloee · Thu Apr 09, 2009 @ 01:08pm · 0 Comments |
