adventures in babysitting

a wee little part of me hesitates in posting these pictures...  you know, in the off chance that one of my kids run for senator one day and these photos come back to haunt them...

but so far, their career ambitions include serving a mission in space,

and being a wendy's food giver,

so i think we're safe.

***

it was only a matter of time

that Addy in all her hormonal "I'm the only girl-ishness"

started using her brothers as human dolls

and dressed them up to her liking...

at least the adventures in babysitting include fruit, floss,

and an occasional cleaning prop.

the dying flowers add a classy touch too.

addy snapped the following impromptu photo shoot

while papa bear and i were out on a date night.

***

i'm so debonair that i don't even need

to wear a shirt with this tux.

no cowboy sheriff is above eating fruit 

at a french bistro...

and yes, i'll pay the tab with my spidey wallet.

nothing says awkward more,

than a boy in a genie outfit,

with pom poms,

and a pale outie belly button...

...except for maybe this picture.

the old man stache tops it all off.

nicely done stylist addy.

nicely done.

dragons in diapers gotta floss too yo.

fear the felted batman.

like i said before,

ketchup goes with everything.

he learned last time

he was made to walk the plank,

wearing goggles was key

to avoiding underwater eye irritation.

the child witch cackled with glee

after he zapped the 70's housewife

and stole her broom and mumu,

for he knew,

deprivation of sweepage

was the ultimate insult.

and so,

on the twenty fifth day of march,

the munchikin from oz

with the androgynous haircut 

defeated the last zombie that threatened

to steal away its lollipop.

if i can't see them,

they can't see me.