As you know, I babysit from time to time for Dalten. He is 3 and absolutely adorable. His mother is in nursing school and needs help some afternoons into the evening. His dad is a UPS driver and never knows when he will get home. I'm flexible so it works well for everyone.
DJ hasn't gotten his license since he has turned 16. Most kids want to run out and get it but not him. He said that it is terrifying to drive around here. I agree, it scares me too sometimes. I haven't been pushing him but I can't see him waiting much longer. And I'm sure that the insurance company is going to jack up the rates soon. The jacking of the rates is his problem not mine. We told him it is the same deal as Anna, he is responsible for paying his car insurance. I'm very afraid of how much it is going to go up even with a good student discount.
So I came up with a solution for all of DJ's problems, I will watch Dalten until he gets home and then he takes over. He gets to keep the money even though I will have him for a few hours. I figure this is my way of helping him. I don't think that it is fair that his rates are so much higher than Anna's were. She had the white car to herself and he has to share the van with me and is still going to pay twice as much. I blame his testicle, he didn't find that funny.
I was making dinner the other night when we had Dalten. He said that he had to go potty. Awwwww, it's so cute when they are that little and say potty. Anyways, I told DJ to take him upstairs and help him. DJ rolled his eyes.(This is probably the best birth control ever for a teenage boy! I said to him one day while Dalten was having a little fit, "Just think if you have sex, you could end up with a Dalten." He said, "the thought of that was terrifying.")
Dalten is a HUGE talker and was jabbering on as they got in the bathroom. Then it hit me, I forgot to tell DJ to help him. And the catastrophe happened a little something like this......................
Me-"DJ push his dink down."
Me-"Push it down!"
DJ-"I'M NOT GOING TO...................OH MY GOD, KID!"
And I bet you can figure out what happened from there. He hosed down the bathroom.
After Dalten finished and washed his hands, he came downstairs clapping. I joined in cheering him on and gave him skittles. Hey, even if you don't hit the pot in this house you still get skittles. DJ, on the other hand, was not clapping and shot me a dirty look. He stomped off with the windex and paper towels to go clean the bathroom. I lovingly reminded him that everyone in the family pushed his dink down when he was learning to go on the pot. He's always mad at me and I don't know why.