Tim

So I know I complain about my job quite a bit but I have to admit that I actually dont mind it. Sometimes I actually enjoy it. Lately Ive been working at the boys house and every morning Im suppose to wake up seven year old, red headed, Tim a half hour before I get off. Its quite the fight to get him up. He says hes sick, has a tooth ache, and many other excuses. After he gets up hes actually a funny kid. We have a good time as hes getting ready. He likes to just sit around a talk to me after hes done everything he has to do. As Im writing this Im sitting here talking to him. He says the funniest things, but today he made me so happy. He told me that he likes me the best. Cute, right? So right now I am so grateful for my job.