I'm boring...

My attitude about this has changed. I used to think that I should change to make myself less boring but then I decided that was stupid and now I think that everyone else should deal with it. I'm boring and I like it, so deal. Now moving on...
I help my mom in the Nursery on Sundays. You would think that I would get enough babysitting during the week. I like not being in charge at the Nursery. I really don't do conflict very well especially if it involves youngsters unable to really think logically. Except that they are thinking logically. They say I like that toy, I'll go get it. The other one thinks, Hey! I was playing with that and I want it back! I'm gonna go get it. Then the fighting ensues and you can't come to a compromise until one of them is distracted by that beetle over by the wall and which actually looks kind of tasty and goes to try it.
Anyway, it was one of those days in the Nursery. There was crying, fighting, precociousness, more crying, and poo. The only thing we didn't have was throw up for which I am eternally grateful. I won't really go into detail except to say that the poo did not stay in the diaper as it was supposed to and the crying reached it's height at the center of the poo fiasco and there was me and my dad in the Nursery while my mom took the pooper out. There were 14 kids, many of whom were bored or crying. I was stuck with one on my lap who wouldn't let me put him down while my father was cleaning up the leftover poo (I'm very grateful for that too). It was crazy. Other than that it was a grand ol' time as always.
P.S. I love it when kids get to the age where they know that they are supposed to be speaking in sentences. They let off a string of nonsense that sounds like you should know what they are talking about because they said it properly except that they didn't use any real words.