Adventures in Babysitting: Reaping the Harvest

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Not sure if I'll ever be able to eat them again... tragic.

Not sure if I'll ever be able to eat them again... tragic.

Last week, I babysat two teenage boys.  You better believe I prayed long and hard before embarking on an epic week in which I learned, more than I anticipated… or even wanted to know. I would like to share one such lesson with you.

Nathan is 15 and Ian is 14. They are both ridiculously smart, witty, and sarcastic.

As we sat at Qdoba (which is NOT as good as Chipotle , FYI) Nathan swallowed a bite of his burrito, looked at me and asked “Did you ever harvest your eggs in college for money?”

*blank stare*

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I think I misunderstood you. Come again.”

Nathan: “Did you ever harvest your eggs for money?”

Ian: “How much do they get for those things?”

Nathan: “Like $1,000 a pop.”

Ian: “Why so much?”

Nathan: “Limited supply.”

Ian: “How limited?”

Nathan: “Like one a month.”

Ian: “Oh… well how do much do guys get?”

Nathan: “Like $20”

Me: *lying on the floor, having a coronary*

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About mndunn26

I recently realized that my life is somewhat of a beautiful mess. A "pollack-type-picture" if you will, of colors, experiences, and people that, despite the seeming disarray, is captivating & confusing; patterened & yet unpredictable. But most of all, it is mysteriously designed, purposed, and appointed. For what? I don't know yet... but I'm learning as I go.

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