Ahh, kids...

They're a lot of work and more often than not, pains in the asses. But when they're really young and unjaded, they just don't hold anything back at all, especially the good stuff. After my three week absence, Baptiste (the boy I'm looking after in France) found his nounou had come back to play with him. I don't think I've ever seen anyone as unashamedly happy to see me, ever.