babysitting Graydon
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2003.11.21
Tonight I joined my girlfriend in babysitting her nephew Graydon. That's right, his name is Graydon. He will be beaten a lot in grades 4 - 9. He's a good kid. A better kid than I am a sitter, actually - I managed to scratch up the hardwood by pushing him around on his little kiddie bike thingy (one of those plastic four-wheeler). And then I managed to send him flying off of a slight break in the floor. He landed face first but bounced right up.