I love babysitting.
(I'm not kidding.)
I always feel so much better about my 'single and childless' life afterwards.
No matter how great the kids are (and they were) somebody absolutely refuses to brush their teeth, put on their pajamas, or get up off the floor and into bed. Fortunately, by 10:30 it's no longer my concern!
And I had to laugh to realize that I've 'graduated' from babysitting for money (which the family accurately assumed I would not accept) to babysitting for American junk food (which the family correctly perceived I would be too weak to turn down).
Would anybody like a Brown-Sugar-and-Cinnamon Pop Tart?
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