You see my sister asked me if I could watch her kids for a couple hours this morning. I was more than happy to help out, and was feeling so good about myself the whole way there. This is my inner dialog, "I am getting out of my pjs first thing in the morning and helping out my sister , that I totally love, and I am feeling so good about myself right now. Etc." I went on like this the entire 35 minute drive to her house. I kind of laze about her house and she returns earlier than I had expected so i didn't really have a chance to clean up the lunch mess or get her kids ready for school, but no big deal because I am doing her a favor, right? Then she breaks out the free stuff. Cheese, milk, more cheese, cereal, and peanut butter. A thank you for helping her out. She was insistent, and i was out of milk so I took it. Then she breaks out all her clip making stuff and makes my kids a dozen or so super cute bows. This is too much. I offer to pay for the supplies, but she refuses with a rather stern look. So I make up some crap about my cell phone I left on the table and rush to drop off a couple of dollars right before I head out. Busted! She must have sensed something. I guess I am wondering if I get to keep my good feelings even though I was more than compensated for my time. I didn't think so. You win this time Julie.