If any of you guys are too busy to look after your kids on the weekends, I would like to extend an invitation to drop them off at Rummy's Day Care for Troubled Tots™
. I don't have a license yet but I'm totally getting one.
I have recently constructed a spacious 10X12 cage/playroom in my basement, and if I ever get my disability I even plan on hanging a light in there. I hardly drink in the mornings anymore and I can be paid in LSD or cash, whatever's easiest. No cheques, please.
Having never had any children of my own, I find that I have some suberb techniques for making youngsters feel appreciated. I really keep the little bastards on their toes. For starters, I try to never listen to anything they have to say. I find paying too much attention makes them all uppity. Secondly, I allow them their independence. There have been several instances where I've left them alone for the entire weekend unsupervised! They would never get that kind of freedom at home. Sure, I forgot to leave the heat on and they were crying when I got back, but I think they really appreciated it! I let them eat whatever they kill (plenty of fast-moving snacks in the basement) and providing them with cold drinking water has never
been an issue. If they are really quiet -- I mean REALLY QUIET, goddammit -- I let them have a good slug o' the Jesus juice (whiskey and grape kool-aid) to get them good'n tuckered out and ready for bed.
Even creeper was more than willing to let me teach his son how to ride a bike!
I love the little ones and the little ones love me. PM me if you're interested.
Cowards die a thousand times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.