Carol--The secretary.

The first secretary that welcomed me by slapping me left. I don't know how many more they hired, but one that stayed was very pretty and superkind. Her name was Carol, she is married and also a mother of two boys. She is very pretty, yes I did ask her if she was a model. She said that her sister was more of the model in the family, but she did do modeling for sears catologs when she was younger, also to boot she had a knack for new technolgies, she was an operator/model at a trade show for a new super computer...Wow I said how did you know how to operate the super computer..she said that it really isn't that hard, and she had extensive experience on different buisness machines..so it just came to her naturally, she could dance her fingers across the keyboard and hell she didn't even have to look at it..She was the fastest typist and won awards for her skills..I looked around the little office of Kennedy House and wondered why she worked here. She said although the finacial gains were small, she lived just around the corner and the hours were good as she could spend time with her kids without paying for child care. I took to Carol immediately. After school I ventured over to the office and would talk to her as Ed usually took off at 3pm she didn't like being alone in the office as she was terrified of mice..and she saw one climbing up the chinese weave that surrounded her office walls so in turn we welcomed each other's company. As time went by it became routine for me to venture over as soon as I saw the house stationwagon leave the driveway...it always amused me as It was the house station wagon to be used for Kennedy house purposes but We only "borrowed" the car from Edward once when we were driven up to camp and then it was driven back the same day so Ed wouldn't be without a car...anyway I mentioned this to Carol but she didn't comment on that fact...and changed the subject to other things..I guess it was one of the many things that we all knew but couldn't talk about as it was the 'big guy'. Her husband worked for the TTC and worked the eveing shift so he would be home to care for the kids while she worked, so being home at different times did cause some ups and downs in the family, but Carol explained you did what you had to do to survive, and to put the kids first and make sure their interests were looked after and theirs as parents then came second...Wow what a concept. After all it wasn't the kids who brought themselves into the world, she also noted that many of the kids in the house came from difficult backgrounds but most of them she felt that if given the chance would raise above their past and would turn out in the end...Hmm, I thought I lived with these guys., I didn't see the potential in most--I saw them as a product of their enviroment and wouldn't surprise me if they all ended up in the big houses after a couple of years. She always held out for the best in the kids..as she invited the kids who didn't have anywhere to go over to Christmas dinner and she was upset that while over at her house they stoled her kids piggy bank . But even after she was disappointed in the kids who stoled, she still never lost hope. Anyway eventually she would get time when her and her husband scheduled allowed them to go out dancing on a weekend and asked if I would babysit her kids...I said I never looked after kids before...I wouldn't know what to do...She laughed and said they more or less look after themsleves..afterall they weren't babies...Well the first time I babysat her youngest went to the washroom and said ok ---yelling from the bathroom I'm finished..ok, that's nice I thought....sooo? His brother said that I have to go wipe his butt clean...I said the hell with that!! I told the older brother to wipe his younger butt clean...with that he yelled and screamed yuk!! He didn't do that his mom always did that. Shit---I said to the other brother how does your mom wipe his butt...he laughed and said I don't know she just does...Both were laughing as I figured out how to get out of this...I tried to encourage him to do it himself...He laughed as if I just asked him to fly to the moon, as both were about the same chances of happening...damn ..damn...damn...I looked at the dog punchy and well he was going to be no help either...ok...I asked his older brother how should I do this...he laughed again..I said here come with me...so we go in and there is his younger brother hold his butt up in the air....I took some toilet paper and as I wiped said ahh, shit...with that the kids started to laugh as they screamed SHIT..SHIT...SHIT...as they chanted that I swore....I said no I meant to say shoot..Ok here goes...damn..damn..damn..I think I touched some went over the paper...with that I again said SHIT...SHIT..SHIT.. and the kids mocked me in their laughter repeating the swear words again...there I said done...tossing the paper into the toilet...all done as I started to wash my hands....he said hey my mom does it again...I said sorry one wipe is all you get...why don't you have a nice bath..He said ok..as he never had a bath this early....good then...and he jumped into the bath..I laughed and said I am not going to soap you up......I hope you know how to do that...he laughed and said he did....I told Carol of the horrible time I had while babysitting..she said why what happened...and burst out laughing as I recalled the eveing...She said that he knew how to do it...but didn't do a perfect job at it yet....and she always followed up finishing up the chore...She said don't worry next time I babysat she would have him "trained"