The other day, I asked the happiest two and a half year old in the world, “Hey, Tom, what’s my name?” I’ve known Tom for a year and a half now, so I figured he probably knew who I was, but with two year olds, you can never really tell. I shouldn’t have doubted him. He replied, “Alex the Babysitter.” The name couldn’t have been more fitting, since I’ve spent the past four months with more people under the age of twelve than older. But babysitting is more than a job. Since I’ve known these families for five years now, I’ve become quite close to them. And though I’m supposed to be the one teaching the kids how use their manners, and ride bikes with no hands, they’ve taught me quite a bit about life--like how to live and how to enjoy it most.