The Wrong Princess.

I spent the day babysitting Isabella. Melissa and Richard wanted to do some shopping at the mall, so they dropped her off since she can be quite a terror when she gets tired. There truly is no negotiating with a four year old. They are about as rational as a terrorist. Ugh.

Isabella and I had a blast though. She was perfect for the most part. We only had a couple of tense moments such as when I drew the wrong kind of princess for her. I guess she is rather particular as to how she wants princesses drawn. Who knew? Took me by surprise as she flipped out with the crayon. Talk about baby rage. Wow. I drew the wrong kind of top on the dress and the hair was all wrong. She grabbed the picture and took an orange crayon and scribbled all over it saying that she hated it. I sat on the couch wide eyed thinking to myself “what the hell just happened?”. I am sure Isabella’s hissy fit could have given Whitney Houston a run for her money when she is looking for her crack pipe. Isabella then calmly gave me a lesson on how to properly draw curly hair. Good times. Ugh.

Once we were done coloring we were back on track to having fun. We watched some TV, played some computer games, did two puzzles, built some towers with her giant legos, and ate a ton of cookies. When Melissa and Richard came to pick her up she cried because she didn’t want to go home and that she wanted to spend the night at my place. I guess she had a great day with me, despite my lack of coloring skills. Next time she comes and visits we will just leave the crayola’s in the box and not run the risk of another incident.

I am keeping the picture though of the princess that she scribbled over. I figure it will make a nice graduation or wedding gift someday down the road. It will come back to haunt her. Trust me on that. No one scribbles on my princess pictures. No one.

Wanda Sykes last night was incredible. It was so much fun. She was in top form and did a ton of new material.

Getting there was another story. I got directions from one of my co-workers and they were pretty dead on except for one crucial turn. She gave me the local street name and not the highway name so we missed the turn and had to backtrack. The street name she gave me was only on the little green sesame street sign at the top of the exit ramp. Completely and totally out of view from the highway. It was beyond dumb. Not to mention this casino is out in the middle of nowhere. Talk about creepy. I kept waiting to hear the dueling banjos from the movie “Deliverance”. So Lesli and I got there about 5 minutes before the show started. But we had awesome seats in the 3 row on the aisle.

The opening comic was ok. He was pretty angry and insulted the crowd quite a bit. Which I always think is pretty weak humor. After awhile the crowd started to turn on him and began chanting “Wanda” over and over which only made him angrier. I was glad when he left the stage.

Wanda was on fire though. You could see the moments of comedic inspiration hit and she just went with it. It was great. If you get a chance to see her perform…do it.

Now I am off to bed. I just realized I never left the apartment today. Weird. I feel like a hermit.