All's well that ends well

I was thrown to the wolves by being asked if I wanted to teach something new. A babysitter's course. No introduction to the course, no workshop, just having the books being dropped off where I was teaching first aid yesterday, an address and a "Have fun!!" note attached.

Have fun indeed...

a) I am voluntarily childless. The 13 years I did in university are like my first marriage that ended without children but more letters after my name. I'm ok with that.

b) I find children to be really interesting from an anthropological standpoint, watching them at a distance, poking them with sticks if they get too close to keep them away (does anyone actually get my sense of humour and irony?), and thinking they are utterly brilliant in their purity and willingness to say whatever they do that pops to mind. Love that :)

c) Haven't babysat for probably 25 years - when I was in my teens.

I took the books home and I looked through them. I'm afraid that this first course was a bit dry in that it is different from a first aid course and all I had to offer these gems of kids is going through chapter by chapter.

I guess I made it sufficiently interesting because I got these reviews:
- It was fun and I learned a lot
- I thought it was really fun!
- Very good instructor
- I liked the first aid part
- Great food! Love the teacher! Well done!
- "What did you like the most about the course?" Learning how to save a child.

There were 4 boys and 6 girls aged 11-13 (the girls used more !!!)

Will I do it again? Hell yeah. More preparation is needed to have more activities and hands on bits. Fun though. Frightening as fuck (children have no problem exposing you as a fraud if they think you are one), but all right in the end.