Children kind of hate me. You know how you're supposed to show them you mean business when you're baby sitting and assert your authority? I don't know how to do that. I either let the kid trample on top of me or make him cry. I can't figure out a good in-between unless you give me a good amount of time to figure things out, but by that time, the kid already hates me because of how wishy-washy I am about my attitude towards him. One minute I'm trying to play along and the next I'm trying to get him to do his homework, so he gets as confused as I do and we have a terrible time.

That's kids in general when you want me to sit there and watch them. Don't do that. I've made every kid I've been put in charge of cry by accident. One, I told I was the boogyman too. That didn't go over to well since he curled up in a corner and threw books at me to get me to leave the room. Another cried because...actually, I don't know why. She just started crying and pointed at me with a rather accusing finger (I think she sensed my inner evil. Who knows).

Oh, but if you just want me to play with one, it's all good. I'm amazing at hide and seek.