Today I got to hang out with a few 18-month olds for four hours. It’s been a while (9 years) since I’ve had to deal with (be responsible for) people of that age. We were at a conference for Methodist Pastors at a hotel in Lake Placid, and since I’m not Methodist and didn’t have to go to the workshops, I got to do childcare.

Some observations:

  • The best snacks really are are goldfish and cheerios.
  • Putting shapes into the appropriate holes is harder than it looks.
  • There’s nothing really wrong with peeing your pants. When you gotta go, you gotta go. Deal.
  • Climbing on things is fun.
  • Taking turns is fine, as long as it’s not my puppy-lovey (or my book, or my — fill in the blank).
  • If you cry loud enough and long enough someone from housekeeping will come to check up on you.
  • Plastic bags are everywhere you turn, at least in hotel rooms, and are fun to play with.
  • Ditto for window-blind cords.
  • And glass table tops.
  • The best time is when mommy comes back to pick you up.

(Seriously, if you have an 18-month old and you’re going to stay in a hotel room, there are plastic bags lining all the trash cans, and don’t forget the one that’s lining the ice bucket.)