At 10:30 last night, I was wondering why Michael had not come home from his babysitting job, and if I should go to bed. He was sitting for my friend Amy, who has a little boy adopted from Russia. He had been over there since 6.
Then my phone alarm sounded and Amy had texted me this photo of Michael changing the tire on her car. She had been out at a restaurant and come outside to discover a flat tire. It was good of her to let me know why Michael was delayed getting home.
Mike is a great tire-changer and it looks like he was showing the child what to do. Knowing how to change a tire is one of those valuable life skills everyone needs to know. Unfortunately, Amy's spare wasn't the right size and she ended up calling AAA. While she waited, though, Michael played tag with his young friend, and at one point walked across the street to a gas station for drinks and snacks. I told her (via text) to let him stay there with her, just as a precaution. I didn't want to worry about her.
Michael isn't a big guy but he is very strong and very protective. My brother always says small guys are better fighters because they have to be fierce. I always say "It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog."
I truly wish that my son would consider a career teaching or coaching children because he is great with kids. He is young enough to enjoy playing, but he has a keen sense of making sure a child is safe and behaves.
He has a very kind heart, too, and is always willing to help out a friend.
He was home by 11:30.
