never work with kids or animals

tonight im chilling out (freakin out at the matrix-esque themes in House this week a little) after helping out with a bunch of insane kids who were all up past their bedtime.

im surprised they let me back after last week; after chasing and catching a baby girl, bee-lining to a socket, holding her at arms length in an attempt to avoid injury as she had decided it was a prime time to start dancing. it was late and crying soon ensued. im generally afraid of breaking kids cos im generally in awe of their existence. bundles of fragile limitless energy that squeeze and squish their way into the world and then squeeze and squish their way upwards till they (hopefully) reach adulthood so that the whole squeezy squishy cycle can start all over again. amazing.

this week was far more relaxed; listening to a girl playing teacher while balancing a baby with conjunctivitis who was clinging to me like a little monkey, and trying to avoid the slightly older kids who were obviously caught up in football (the american variety) season, threatening to tread on the smaller ones. then it was someone birthday so they all got filled with sugary, colourful cupcakes which made for about twenty little duracell bunnies till their parents picked them up.

their all insane, but it was kinda good fun.