OMG, what a day! So, I’m a babysitter, right? And today was just... wow. I mean, Sesto Fiorentino, you’ve got my heart racing and my brain spinning.
First off, I roll up to this cute little apartment on Via Gramsci. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
I walk in, and the kids—two little tornadoes, I swear—are bouncing off the walls. I mean, how much sugar did they have for breakfast? I’m talking about a sugar rush that could power a small village. They’re like, “Let’s play hide and seek!” I’m like, “Sure, but I’m hiding from responsibility.”
So, we start the game. I’m counting to 20, and I hear giggles from the kitchen. I peek in, and they’re both crammed behind the fridge. Like, how did they even fit? I’m laughing so hard, I almost forget to finish counting.
Then, we decide to go outside. We hit up the park on Via della Repubblica. It’s a nice spot, but man, it was packed! Kids everywhere, parents trying to keep it together. I’m just trying to keep my two from running off. One minute they’re on the swings, the next they’re scaling the jungle gym like little monkeys.
And then, BAM! One of them falls. I’m like, “Oh no, here we go.” But he just gets up, brushes off the dirt, and yells, “I’m fine!” I’m standing there, half relieved, half ready to call for backup.
After the park, we decide to grab gelato. I mean, who can resist gelato in Sesto? We hit up this little place on Via Fratelli Rosselli. I order pistachio, and the kids go for chocolate. Classic. But then, they start a chocolate fight. I’m dodging flying scoops like I’m in some action movie.
I’m like, “Guys, chill! We’re not in a food war!” But they’re laughing, and honestly, it’s hard to stay mad. I mean, who can resist those little faces?
Then, we head back home, and I’m thinking, “Finally, some peace.” But nope! The youngest decides it’s a great time to show me his “magic tricks.” Spoiler: they’re not magic. He just keeps pulling the same rubber chicken out of his pocket. I’m like, “Dude, that’s not magic, that’s just weird.”
By the time their parents get home, I’m exhausted. I’m sitting on the couch, and I can’t even form words. Just a pile of giggles and chaos. But then, the parents come in, and they’re like, “How was it?” I’m like, “You have no idea.”
As I’m leaving, I walk down Via della Libertà, and I can’t help but smile. Sesto Fiorentino, you’re a wild ride. I love the energy, the streets buzzing with life. But man, I need a nap. Or maybe a gelato.
So yeah, that was my day. Full of surprises, laughter, and a bit of chaos. Just another day in the life of a babysitter in Sesto Fiorentino!