Babysitters, like many modern conveniences, are a precious commodity in small towns. We have over fifteen little pipsqueaks around town and only one teenage girl to wrangle them. This Lone Ranger is our wonderful Morgan. Our boys love her and have known her their entire (teeny) lives. Sometimes she even brings her little brother which is quite a bit of fun for our two boys. I love her because she is the ultimate babysitter! There is no disaster too big for her to handle.
As Morgan gets ready to head across the state to play (win) some volleyball this weekend, we’ll be cheering her on from home and shedding a little tear that she’s growing up and will be heading off to college in a year and a half.
Finding a good babysitter is like winning the lottery, and we won big!
Thanks for reading,
The Displaced City Girl