3 years, 7 months.
Last month when Mommy and I went out to the Jason Isbell concert in Nashville, I hired of one of my coworkers to babysit you; since it was on a Tuesday night.
In the days leading up to her coming over, she kept asking me for confirmation, “I get to have a babysitter on my house?”
When that evening finally arrived, I loved your reaction to officially seeing her.
You looked up at her and said, “It’s my babysitter!”
The way you said it though, was with the same fascination had you being saying instead, “It’s (insert name of any Disney princess here)!”
Things went so well, she even came to your brother’s birthday party a few weeks ago.
It’s great knowing we have a solid babysitter now!