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My Son’s Sitter Amy Brent 13720K 2023-09-02

“Excuse me”

“Don’t worry about it,” She says, s if it was ize”

Right now, she is leaning over their block creation, fastening a red roof block in place

“I wasn’t going to,” I replied smoothly

She pauses, peering her head up at me as if she’s unsure whether she should smile

“Although I a down in front of the Lego building

Winston scrah, and Stevie says, “Yeah, it’s a skill I picked up Came in handy when I was little and my sister…”

Suddenly, all the laughter has died off her face It takeswhat other “skills” she possesses

As Stevie shifts uncoe Suddenly, Winston leaps up and races for the bathroom

“Pee-pee time!”

Stevie and I exchange a so

“It’s going good so far?” I confirm

The abruptness ofshyly, she still es a nod

“I love kids,” she confesses, “they really just say the stuff the rest of us are too afraid to”

“Like pee-pee tirin

She grins herself, running the pink tip of her tongue over her upper lip Her gaze lowers

Is it justthat we too were kids so we could say e really felt right now?