Babies Aren't Inanimate... Right?

Tomorrow morning, at precisely 8:05, I will be starting phase two of the interview process. Apparently I passed the "let's talk about your qualifications part" and have moved on to the "practical examination". I applied at a daycare. I like kids. I get to speak in French, and believe me, after five years of barely being used, the practice will be appreciated. Best of all, the job I applied for doesn't entail me making food. Because holy crap am I sick of working with food. I can deal with it being thrown up, thrown, refused, worn or devoured, but I do not want to make it anymore.

In phase one, the interviewer gave me a scenario involving two year olds. I thought it wise to preface my answer by saying that I have no experience with children that young. And I really don't. The only baby I've ever held was forcibly placed in my lap/handed off to me. I was flattered by the mother's confidence but still uncomfortable. The point is, I was not given the option. I'm not even used to being around children that young. If the kid can talk, walk and poop on his own, that I can deal with. No problem. Otherwise, I look like this:

Rachel Holding Ben

I'm not even exaggerating the tiniest bit. And the dialog is pretty much how I feel. Except that I do know how to hold a football and feel comfortable with that given that it's inanimate. Last I checked, babies aren't inanimate... right? Of course not! They're little people. Oh, and I have no desire to have a baby with Ross. Just putting that out there. He bugs me.

Fingers crossed I don't end up in the baby room. I'm totally going to end up in the baby room...

Lauren.