Children! How delightful!

Babysitting is a lot like being locked in a box with scorpions. If you scream, it's definately terrifying; if you smile and pretend it's fun, you still cannot fool the scorpions - they're just too smart. This summer's flesh eating monsters are full of surprises! They play "Japanese Wet-o" at the dinner table, trick me into thinking that cat poop is an alligator, and are really good at crying to get their way.

The eldest monster, in her bathing suit, is Tay-rex. She is especially great at enraging the smaller, paler monster, Laurysaurus, whose main defense is incoherent at best. Somehow, I'm always baffled by the way she can scream on the top of her lungs between placid licks of her popsicles. And the tiniest monster is by no means the gentlest. The Zachdadon reaches volumes of incredible magnitude and can always run his hot wheel into your ankle with stumbling force. Plus, he still goes to the bathroom in his pants. That's pretty frightening after he eats corn.

My summer in the Land of Horrifying Monsters is rapidly winding down. And that's dino-tastic!