Daycare Worker is not in my Career Future

Margaret and I (mostly Margaret) babysat the Kealen boys last night. I woke up this morning by Jack jumping up and down on my shins and hollering 'we have to be quiet or Andrew will be crabby when he wakes up'. After Margaret left for Tazwood, they wanted to play in the garage so we ran Hot Wheels around the edge of a 6 ft. folding table at the very least 300 times. Then they insisted that they weren't hungry every time I asked until about 10 minutes before Mrs. Kealen got home. Then Andrew decided that he was starving to death.