In one or two movies I’ve seen recently, there were punk babysitters with pierced noses, multiply-pierced ears, dyed hair, and in at least one case, a surly attitude. These babysitters appeared for comic effect, and I’ve always believed that no mother would seriously hire someone looking like that to take care of their kids. I guess that shows my Midwestern, middle-aged conservatism.
This weekend, I went to Tokyo for Writer’s Day, an event put on by the Tokyo Branch of SCBWI. It was world class. Three international picture book writers (actually one, Tanya Batt, bills herself as more of a storyteller) gave stellar presenations. Irene Smalls had us acting out our characters, and Laura Rennert, of the Andrea Brown Literary Agency, had us all dreaming of half a million dollar deals (the kind that she puts together), but she also gave us some very practical advice. (And she told us fun stuff about her husband Barry Eisler.)
I had a great time, and my mind was at ease because I knew that my kids were safe at my sister-in-law’s. I trust her, and the kids love her. She had a few errands, so she told me in advance that one of my niece’s friends would be helping with the babysitting. I’ve never met this girl, but my kids have, and they like her. And if my sister-in-law says she’d dependable, then I believe her.
Last night, as I was tucking Lilia into bed, I asked if she’d finished her homework.
“Yes,” she signed. “B. [the friend] helped me.”
“Wonderful!” I said, liking B. very much at that moment.
Then Lilia pointed to her tongue and made the sign for “ouch.” A stud??
“Does B. have a pierced tongue?” I asked Yoshi.
“Yes,” he said, “and multiple piercings in her ears.”
This morning it occurred to me to ask Jio about her hair color.
“It’s yellow,” Jio said. (B. is a high school drop-out.)
I’ve totally revised my ideas about pierced and dyed babysitters. Anyone who can get Lilia to do the weekend’s homework in one day is all right in my book. Punk babysitters rule!