Not too bad of a job if you find decent kids. Good way to get
some spending money, that's for sure. I just had a fun
experience today, wherein I realized what they're really paying
me for:  Now for my favorite conversation of the day: (keep in
mind that I've prepared food for them a number of times before)
4-year-old girl points, "What's that?" I reply, "A zit." "A
pimple. It's just something that teenagers get." "Are you a
teenager?" "Does that mean you can cook?"  You are the sun. You
are the moon. You are the sun that looks over the moon. You are
the light that shines in my eyes, tonight. I want to walk with
you among grassy fields and sandy shores. You are love. You are
the epitome of love. And I love you. written by Adrienne
Goldman, age 8  "Look at me! I'm so fat."  I watch Adrienne as
she points out her taut, thin stomach, probably a more common
sight in the depths of Somalia then the grease-laden suburbs of
America. She pouts, adjusting her neon orange bikini, pinching
the muscular flesh of her lithe