And the respite continues

T's mom just picked her up. Then she reminded me that T was coming for days the rest of the week. I went back to my email and yep, I actually agreed to that.

She will be dropped off at 5:30am and picked up at 3:30 or 4:00. Let's see...she is in the middle of season three. Cordie just fell through the stairs and got impaled on a piece of metal(how many people know what episode that is?), when T realized it was her mother at the door and turned off the TV fast. Given that I actually own all seven seasons, I think I can keep her pacified for three days. In the next couple of days she should at least be able to watch them kill the mayor after he morphs into a giant demon snake while giving the graduation speech. We will get to see the classic episode where those creepy gentlemen demons steal everyone's voices. We might get to see the gang do the mystical joining thing to defeat the Frankensteinian cyborg demon and the first slayer attempting to kill them all their dreams, but that might be a stretch.

If we do get to they first slayer episode Brian will walk around for days saying, "I wear the cheese. It does not wear me." Currently he keeps giggling and saying, in a pretty good British accent, "I'm naming the stars. I've given them all the same name and there's terrible confusion."

Okay, I know that I should not just let her sit and watch Buffy all day, but I'm going to do it. She's a 16-year-old girl who has to have a babysitter because she gets into trouble. She likes watching Buffy and if she is also satisfying her desire to be naughty by watching a strong female character fight the forces of darkness, then that's fine with me.

I'm a bad babysitter. Very bad.

Of course part of the problem is that I'm enjoying the Buffy episodes too.