Antne and I are having a fantastic time with our ward Robin. And what's frightening is that she actually appreciates our sense of humor and makes jokes with us. And they're hilarious, which means that we are indeed 14 ourselves.
Anyways, I'm taking my ward role very seriously. I enforce bedtimes, I make sure she bathes, I make sure she has lots of food groups in her lunch (almonds, apple, turkey sandwich, cookies, granola bar AND fruit leather!) and has not only a napkin, but a wetnap just in case, too!
I even helped with homework. And coached her on her sides!
That loud clicking you hear is my biological clock.