Today I stayed home to take care of Dinah because she's battling a particularly stubborn illness that's given her a rash on her face, spots all over her body, and a fever. Sarah couldn't help today because she had to give a training seminar for work in another town.

The plan was for me to take care of Dinah all day and for Amy to take Garrison to swimming lessons and out to lunch.

As I was shoveling in my cereal with a fussy Dinah on my lap (I needed to eat and she wanted to take her nap) Garrison said to me, "You're a bad babysitter. Maybe Amy can do a better job." Then he declared that he was going outside because he was tired of "hearing that baby cry."

Fast forward to this evening when he was helping me in the yard after spending most of the morning and all of the afternoon with Amy. I asked Garrison if Amy was, in fact, a better babysitter than I am.

"Yes. She does fun things all day," he said.

"What do I do," I asked."You do angry things", he said.

"What do you mean, angry things?"

"You send me to my room when I do bad things. She didn't send me to my room one minute today," he said.

"What am I supposed to do when you do bad things?"

"Leave me alone when I do bad things," he said.

"Garrison, I can't just let you do whatever you want. It's one of my jobs as the Dad to teach you right from wrong," I said.

"I don't care. You should stop sending me to my room," he declared.

There you have it, straight from the horse's mouth. Amy is a better babysitter than I am.