So, Jen is twelve and a half. I won’t bore you with my ‘how the heck did she get so old’ cry or even the ‘I’m WAY too young to have a child that age’ rant, but let it be known I’m thinking it.

Still, Jen is twelve and she’s now about 5′ 2″, and since we have moved to a street full of young children, she’s constantly being scoped out by all the parents on the street as possible babysitting material.

So, I called St. John’s First Aid today to ask about the ‘Babysitting Course’ they offer. I figure it’s summer and Jen has less to do so I’ll have her take the course now rather then try and fit it around her fall school schedule.

‘So,’ I ask cheerfully of the woman who’s booking the course, ‘what will she learn?’ ‘Well,’ came the reply, ’She’ll learn to diaper a doll.’

Now, I changed diapers for eight straight years, and granted I haven’t had to do it for a while, but a doll? What I remember about diaper changing is trying to wrestle my kids down long enough to get the deed done. They sure weren’t holding still and things sometimes got REALLY messy.

I want to see this doll. Do you think they’ve got a messy struggling doll for Jen to practice on? I mean I am paying $85 for this course.

I’m curious enough to know that I might just ‘accidently’ forget Jen’s lunch at home that day so that I can pop by later on to deliver it. While I’m there maybe I can get a peep at this doll.

I’ll keep you posted.

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