"Cage Fighting",,,,

Tonight I am babysitting 8 year old boys...
A Run Down of tonight:
Dinner: 3 corndogs and 2 cans of Sprite each.
Dinner Conversation: The skinniest and most awkward of the bunch says, "At school Kids pay me money to eat different kinds of stuff." Classic.
Dinner Entertainment: Poking their soda cans with pens and shooting the contents in the general direction of their face. (This is when dinner was moved to the back patio)

Post Dinner activities:
I hear a heavy amount of scuffle coming from upstairs. "Hey Guys, what's going on up there?!" Silence. I head in the general direction of the silence....They had pulled the puppy kennel cage up stairs and were now attempting to "cage fight" the golden retrievers. The dogs look up at me, as if saying, "for the love of god, please stop them."....I do.

Post Cage Fighting activities: Boys come in from the garage, "Hey Rosie where is the drill and hammer?" Why? "Were making a bobsled in the garage." Oh, of coarse, silly me for asking....30 minutes later ROSIE is sitting in the garage finishing said bobsled project (aka a piece of wood attached to wheels), while the boys break stirafome against their heads. When I'm done I say, "ok, she's done." To which they scream, "It's not a girl, it's a boy!!!" To which the angry babysitter with a bleeding thumb replies, "Hey! Not only is it a girl, but her name is Rosie!!"

Now, They're coloring flames and lighting bolts onto the louge/bobsled/long board as I type this. And they just informed me, "There's this girl up the street that might sell us a scooter motor for it!"

I wish I was an eight year old boy. Tonight, I guess I was.