Q6: 4&7i

I'll just call them 4 and 7, because that's how old they are.

And taking care of them is going to be my source of textbook, study abroad, and food that isn't caf food money.

So, today, while I'm peeling the muddy shirt off of 4, and he's talking to me, "You know, you're stupid. You are really, really stupid. You're stupid. You're stupid. You're stupid."

I'm like, inside my head, "Textbooks. Study abroad. Food that isn't caf food."

And I'm terrified that 4 and 7 are going to tell their dad, "She's the worst ever we hate her we never want her back."

And I'm like, "4, get inside the house. Now. Take a shower, and then we're going to the park."

And he looks at me. 10 yards between us. He takes a deep breath.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO."

Somehow, 4 gets inside the house. He's taking a shower. Good, I can rinse off their muddy clothes with the hose. And I hear screaming.

So I run inside, to find 4 in the shower, "RAIN, RAIN, GO A-WAY, COME A-GAIN A-NOTHER DAAAAAY."

And then we went to the park.

Oh, we went to the park.

On bikes.

Across a busy street.

4: "NO. My dad says that I do NOT have to wear a helmet on short rides."

Me, after a short and fruitless struggle: (Carries helmet while holding onto bike for dear child's life and hopes that the people in the cars aren't judging too harshly)

But you know what? After we spent about 12 minutes at the park, and I taught 4 some of the rules for tic-tac-toe, and it started almost raining,

4 LET ME PUT HIS HELMET ON HIM FOR THE RIDE HOME.

I'm putting this one down in the books as a VICTORY, folks.