The Darndest Things

I am definitely enjoying my job as a nanny this summer taking care of two boys (5 and 8 years old). They crack me up all the time. Last week, the 8-year-old was making a picnic for his brother and himself, and I come into the kitchen to find him reheating Rings and Meatballs (Chef Boyardee type thing). The smell is quite strong and the microwave shows 4:47 left to go, so I ask him how long he put it in for. "Oh, just eleven minutes," he answers. WHAT?! Eleven minutes! Oh, no. Needless to say, Rings and Meatballs did not make it onto the picnic menu that day but into the trash with the melted and warped tupperware.