With friends like me . . .

who needs public school?

I am all too aware that some day, probably sooner than I'd like to think, the responsibility of trundling me off to an orphanage for oldies is going to fall to the child of one of my friends. The fun thing is, I don't know which child will someday lose that bet.

So, I have a plan to insure a reasonable level of comfort (my diapers being changed at least once a day). I am the favorite Auntie of all my friend's kids. The trick . . . subversive gifts.

When I am looking for gifts for the children of my friends, not only do I assess if I think the toy/object will delight the child in question, but also I measure just how much will it annoy or unnerve the parent. This has led to the remote control tarantula, the electronic drum-sticks, and the bubble gum dispenser. Heh heh.

I am the bad influence. And, I'm okay with that.