Well, I must say I am pleased with my babysitting adventure. Cooper was relatively well mannered and Kit managed to hold it together despite not knowing me very well. It was Cooper's turf, after all, so I was expecting some possessiveness and acting out, but he really didn't do much. There was a very comical hair pulling incident that seemed mostly accidental, and then the fact that Kit is not used to eating in the presence of a large, crumb predatory, dog. But mostly they played nicely (apart) and we all stayed sane.
The only really funny thing to report is that Cooper got all excited about one of his new giant rubber balls (which he calls balloons) and did the balloon-joy-dance, which prompted Kit to try to emulate him. Kit's motor skills are a little behind Cooper's, so he couldn't really do the dance, but instead he compensated by spinning around and around until he made himself dizzy and fell over. That was awesome. Cooper was stomping and flailing his arms while screeching happily and periodically kicking his big rubber ball, and Kit was lying on the ground saying "whooooooaaaa..." while clinging fiercely to his red stuffed "Hop on Pop" doll.
Good times.
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