I would highly suggest not trying to think how old the children you once babysat would be today…. it’s too dpressing.
I started thnking about this very topic on my drive up to Whistler on Thursday night. Guernsey’s new girlfriend sat very quietly in the back seat. We all sat quietly for that matter. I had been upset with Bruce upon his arrival & didn’t get over it for several hours. (it happens). Needless to say, one of the things that flickered through my mind was the fact I was 12 years older then said passenger & realized I had started to babysit when I was 12 years old. Then realized the baby I had cared for, wasn’t born yet & I looked after her when I was 14 which instantly made me relieved but then realized she would be 19 today and the little neighbor boy whom I cared for on a regular basis would be in fact 26! is he? or would he be 24?
I hope for the latter. Something about the fact that my current boyfriend is younger then the boy I used to babysit that does not sit well in my stomache. In fact I feel like Mary Kay Laterno (or however you spell her name).
Either way, I just threw up in my mouth a little bit. I keep having horrible flashes of running into him one night at the roxy….. note to self, never go there again (infamous last words)