I used to babysit for two boys that lived a few houses away from us. They were pretty well behaved...
...but they were still boys, and boys like to break things while screaming and running into walls causing bruises and dents in walls.
I was used to my two little sisters, whose idea of a good time was finding leaves in the backyard to trace onto paper while sipping quietly from a juice box.
I had to get creative here...I was tired of the sing-a-long videos (I swear we watched the same two videos, twice a day, for months on end)...anything involving paint or food was destined for disaster...
...I needed something to exhaust them, without killing them or burning the house down...
Then I saw it...the "best idea ever" was slowly forming in my brain and I went to work...
They had a "playroom" in the basement that was full of toys, thousands of toys, and costumes, and a jungle gym...and most importantly; this glorious creation:
I became Pigaro!
The opera singing Pig/Girl/Robin Hood character that had to be caught by the resourceful Knights in order to get a snack.
We spent that entire afternoon running around in circles singing "Pigaro!" (to the tune of Figaro) until they were exhausted.
Pigaro made several more appearances during my babysitting career, until they realized how annoying he/she/it was, and then we went back to throwing food around and breaking things and watching sing-a-long videos.
It was fun while it lasted.
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