"One time when I was about 5, my sister and I were staying at our mom's friend's house while our parents went out. While we were asleep on the floor in the living room with her asleep on the couch behind us, her ex-husband/boyfriend came in and strangled her to death. He didn't touch us"
"When I was about 12 or 13, I was babysitting for a neighbor. They had a 9-year-old son and a 7-year-old daughter. I usually played around with the son, as he was just old enough to not feel like I was humoring a little kid. The little sister would just tag along. For some reason, she had a fit that day that I never played with her. I felt bad, as I was kind of ignoring her (and didn't want her to tell her parents that I didn't dole out the play fairly). So, I decided to play dolls with her. Her brother got mad and starting having a little fit about it.
I rolled my eyes at him and told him he wasn't a baby. He could handle me playing with his sister. I then went into her room because she wanted to play with the big doll house that was in there. I play with her for a couple minutes before I heard the son's footsteps stop in the hall in front of the open door. I turn around, expecting to end up rolling my eyes at him again. He was holding an ax (a little one, boy scouts I think) and looked very, very mad. I reflexively closed the door and held it shut. He started hacking at the door. I had my back up against the door and was holding it shut. I kept imagining him hacking all the way through it into my back. I was screaming and crying for him to please stop. I said, 'I will play with you. I am sorry, please!'
His parents came home with amazing timing right about then. He ran into his own room and I ran downstairs to them as quickly as I can. I told them what happened. I wonder what happened to him"
"The family I babysat for needed me to work while the mother was in her office working with her clients (She would still be in the home, just not able to take care of her kids.) The kids were 6 (he shall be John) and 4 (he shall be Colin.) My job was to keep the children alive and entertained. One day the mother told me I could take them out back and let them use the trampoline. While jumping, Colin accidentally hurt John who then hit Colin. I warned John not to do it again, but he did. Twice.
I grabbed John and told him he was going to have a time out. I had him put on his shoes while I spoke to Colin. I explained to Colin that I would be right back and looked at John. John was about halfway back to the house when he realized I was not with him. He immediately sprinted into the house and locked the door behind him. At this point I was sprinting around the house to the other door I knew was open. I jumped inside the door to see John nearly made it in time to lock the door. He proceeded to scream like a burning banshee. I grabbed him and take him to his room, all the while he screamed for his mother that he knows is in the room across the hall. I brought Colin inside and had him color downstairs.
Within about five minutes, I heard the upstairs door open. John was leaving the room. I went to check on him. He saw me, screamed, ran into his room, and slammed the door. This happened at least five more times, one of which he actually locked himself in the bathroom instead of his own room.
Eventually his mother came out, explained to him that I am in charge and he needed to apologize to me and Colin before he can leave his room. He cried and ran back into his room. The mother went back into her office and continued her work. Half an hour later, I hear the door open, and John walks downstairs and started playing with Colin. I asked him what he was doing. He acted like nothing happened. I asked him if his mom wanted him to do anything. He said no.
I told him I heard everything. He screamed and ran back into his room. For the next hour, he disguised himself as a pirate, a pumpkin, a trash can, and a woman named Jill, trying to sneak out of his room. This continued until he stepped out of the room where I was waiting for him inches outside. This time he got a little creative and tried to push me aside. He sprinted forward, tripped, and fell into a basket. He was screaming and crying louder than anything I had ever heard. His mother stepped out, apologized, paid, and sends me home. I had babysat for this family many times before, half of the time stuff like this would happen. I have not babysat for them since. If you want more, just ask. Basically, some crazy kids tried to fool his mom by disguising himself as a pumpkin and walking like he was in Scooby-Doo"
"That was the best one, but there are a couple others. This family was extremely musical, like insanely musical. The father taught music, and both his kids could play anything. John could play every single instrument they had in the house and loved to show that off. I didn't have a problem with this because it kept him out of my hair. Well, one day, both the parents had left for lunch. After about an hour, John came downstairs with his father's VERY nice violin.
I have friends who play the violin, and I know how much these things cost. I was watching a 6-year-old fumble his way downstairs with the violin. I got scared. I quickly ran up, told him he couldn't play with it, and took it back to his father's room and put it in the case. The moment I touched the thing, he was screaming. He was screaming about how he needed to practice, but I was positive I had seen another (much cheaper) violin in the house. For the next five hours, the kid would do various things to try and get it back. He would scream, then cry, then hunt for it, then reason with me, and then promptly start all over again when I said no. I hear the garage start to open and am now very excited for the parents to be home, but John is nowhere to be found. I assume he is sulking somewhere, so I go to meet the parents and explain what happened. I finally realize where John is. The kid is slowly walking down the stairs, bawling his eyes out. All while playing the violin. Basically, a kid cries himself to death with a violin"
"One of my first babysitting jobs was when I was 16 and I babysat 3 young kids. The family was avid hunters and the oldest kid, probably 9, regularly told me how he wanted to tie me up and shoot me. The same child also locked me out of the house and shot at me with water weapons. The middle child, around 6, hated wearing pants and underwear and I often had to chase her around the house worrying the neighbors were going to call the police on me as I chased a screaming naked child from room to room- Good times"
"Here's the story of the last time I ever babysat. It was maybe the fifth time I had babysat these 2 kids, but up until this particular night, they had always been asleep when I got there and I hadn't really met them. This doesn't add to the horrific moment, but when I arrived that night I found out the kids only spoke French (the Mother spoke English with no accent at all, and never said anything otherwise about her kids).
After some awkward hanging out and playing board games, I put them to bed, went downstairs and started reading a book for school. I put on the tv for some background noise and a little extra light, but didn't look at the channel and wasn't paying attention to it. I ended up accidentally reading myself to sleep and woke up to the door opening behind me, sat up and saw hardcore smut playing on the tv. I freaked out and couldn't find the remote so I ran to the tv and tried to cover the smut with my body until I found the power button. She drove me home without a word and I never heard from her again. That was also the first time I had ever seen smut, making the whole situation significantly worse"
"I had a couple of kids I used to babysit regularly. Boys. I was about 13 or so. They were about 8 and 10. They were terrors. I used to lock myself in the bathroom and cry. They were mean to me and they would hit me. Once, they pinned me to the bed and tried to take my clothes off. I was terrified. I managed to get them off me, but then they trapped me in the room and refused to let me go unless I showed them my top private parts. So I did. Then they made fun of me for having 'funny shaped lady parts'. I became so self-conscious about my chest for a few years. I'm still so ashamed of how I acted with those kids - that I couldn't control them. I've never told anyone this before."
"When I was 11, I was not allowed to go to my neighbor's funeral (he was 70-ish; the crazy soccer moms in my neighborhood didn't want to expose their children to funerals 'at such a young age'). So they told my parents that they were not allowed to take me and my brothers to the funeral either, because it 'wouldn't be fair' (even though the guy who died's wife wanted us there and my brothers and I had been to probably 10 funerals at that point; it was a dumb situation).
So basically half of the neighborhood kids went to one house and were babysat by a 17-year-old, the other half went to another house. I am female. This 17-year-old chick sat by on the computer on some chatroom while I was beaten up by a group of 5 kids, tied to a pole, and one of the boys tried to take my pants off at the bidding of the other kids (they were ages 6-13). My closest friend in the neighborhood happened to get home (we were at his parent's house) and saw this happening. He tried to get the babysitter to help him untie me, but she was like, 'No, kids will be kids'. He tried to talk them down and out of it, and they started beating him up too and tied us face-to-face. And that's the first time I ever kissed a boy."
"I've had several babysitters, but the best was one of the neighbors. He was my best friend at the time's older brother. He used to bring over Killer Instinct because he knew my parents wouldn't let us play it. He would also let us stay up until they got home then run to bed and pretend we were asleep. The best though was around midnight on Saturday nights on he'd let me watch this show on one of the local cable access channels. All I remember is that it involved topless women on a boat fishing with adult toys in the dark. He was far better than the one that let us have extra snacks to do things she didn't want to do like let the dog in/out, or let her watch her soap operas/play video games instead of letting us"
"I took a job down the street when I was in high school (too young to drive- probably 14?) on a school night (I was poor). The parents told me they had one child, to be there at 6, and that they paid generously. Hours into the night, I quickly discovered they had not one, not two, but THREE children... (WTF?)
Anyway, they said they'd be home by 9:30 pm. Well, 9:30 came and went and they didn't come home. I waited and waited and waited all night. They finally came home at 3:30 AM (mind you I had school the next day) totally wasted. They offered to drive me home and I politely declined and ran home. The kicker? They only gave me 20$. Needless to say, I never sat for them again. Basically, people had more kids than they thought"
"I was the babysitter. This was like 6 months ago in December, a family I had never met found me on a babysitting website and asked me to watch their 3 kids while they went out to a Christmas party. The kids were 12, 9 and 5. When I got there, they said I would mainly be watching the 5-year-old daughter since the two older boys would just play computer games. The Mom went over the usual babysitting checklist and mentioned that the little girl, V, takes medication at night and showed me where it was. Easy enough. The parents left and I went with the little girl, V, to her room. She closed the door and turned the lights out and started growling like an animal. Something felt off about her. A few minutes later she asks me, 'What color are your lady parts?' WTF? She just continued to be weird. Then, out of absolutely NOWHERE, she starts sobbing hysterically saying she wants to kill her parents and 'make them bleed.' And that her whole family will be crying saying, 'Wah Wah, V killed us'. I went downstairs and looked up the medication; it was an anti-psychotic. The parents never mentioned this to me, either before or after"
"I used to baby sit for this one family. They had two daughters; one was 8 the other just under 4. Well, the mother warned me that the nearly 4-year-old was still not fully potty trained. I found out she was fully trained, she would just poop herself out of spite. She did it to me a few times. She would stare at me and just smile this evil grin. She would then sprint out of the room, into the bathroom, lock the door and poop her pants while IN the bathroom. And yes, she told me more than once she did this on purpose because she liked to gross out her mommy and me. I did not continue to sit for this family for long."
"I was 17, babysitting an 11-year old boy that was a friend of the family's. We're in the basement where all his toys are and he says 'Hey want to play cops and robbers?' I'm kind of like whatever but I want to be a good babysitter (this is the first time I've done this) so I play along. He tells me to stick my hands out and close my eyes. Alright, fine I play along. Next thing I know, cold metal is locked around my wrists. The psycho put real handcuffs on me, ran up the stairs and locked the door. I was handcuffed in his basement for over an hour, pounding on the door and yelling. He let me out right before his mom got home. I told her what happened and never babysat him again. He's now out of high school and probably the most messed up kid I've ever seen. Basically, this kid will be a serial killer someday"
"I was the babysitter of 3 kids, 2 twins aged 7 (S and K) and a 5-year-old (H) after school every day for 3 hours. My first week we decided to rollerblade around the block. S wanted to ride his bike. I told him to go get his bike while I help H get his blades on. S takes off. I freak out and we drive around the neighborhood looking for him. His brother and sister weren't upset that he was gone, but talked instead about not being able to rollerblade. After 1.5 hours I call the police and while I'm filing the report S shows up, saying he forgot to tell me where he was going (to a friend's house).
Every. single. day. there was a fight between them. Once S was mad that K didn't want to play with him. So he raised an aluminum bat to her head. I caught it just in time. S consistently bullied other kids on the playground and I usually had to make him apologize to whatever kid/parent he offended. K was extremely needy for attention. I had to watch every gymnastic move she made or she'd nag to her parents that I didn't pay attention to her. When S wasn't being a complete brat, he was impossible to deal with. Once he flipped out, screamed, tore up a calendar because Christmas was in 23 days, not 22. When I sent him to his room, he hit me. He wasn't allowed out until his parents got home.
Other times he'd cry if there was a bruise on his mango or if I wouldn't let him eat cereal for every meal (he even threw a spoon at the window for that). We once went mini-golfing and when it was S's turn and H wanted to go ahead of him, H hit S with a golf club to get ahead. We all went home after that. Their parents paid them for good scores on tests and bribed them with toys when they would survive a weekend without hurting each other (injuries that would result in scars, not just your normal sibling rivalry).
When one of them would cry about stupid stuff that they should be able to deal with (like not getting the brownie they wanted), their parents would bend and give them what they wanted. I talked to the parents about their behavior several times. This put my job in jeopardy as the mom was deeply offended that I could be so 'harsh'. Her kid hit an adult. I should be harsh with him and her. I bit my tongue so much with those kids I thought it would fall off"
"I was babysitting a boy (7) and a girl (9) whose parents are really good friends of my family. Now, this was back when Webkinz was popular and the boy really wanted to play it online (his mother said it was okay). I set him up in the recliner in the corner, put the computer in his lap, and then his sister and I start playing Wii literally no more than 5 feet away. Perfectly normal night.
I come back to babysit again two weeks later, and after her parents left the girl told me that the morning after I had last babysat, her mother had checked the internet history and found adult websites featured prominently in it. Originally, the parents thought it had been me and freaked out. They thought I was some kind of weirdo. Right as they were about to call my parents the boy comes in and admits it was him. Turns out the sneaky little guy (who is a really great kid otherwise) had turned the volume off and surfed an adult entertainment site while his sister and I played Wii. From then on out, I do not let children on the computer while I'm babysitting"
"When I was six, every time my parents hired my babysitter, I knew it was gonna be bad. I always gave her a rough time, as I had with all babysitters my parents had hired before her. But she was the only one who would accept to babysit me, albeit for a high price. So one time, when my parents went out to dinner, I took her school notes and my pet tiger and I flushed them down the toilet. Rosalyn was not pleased, and her rate certainly went up"
"When I was in college I was babysitting my boss's toddler son. We walked down to their neighborhood lake and saw this really pretty swan walking around. Then it walks toward us. Neato, I bet the little kid would get a kick out of seeing the swan. But now it's running toward us.
Ok, at us. This thing was huge, almost eye level with me, and making a godawful hissing. I grabbed the kid and ran the few block back to the house, the swan right behind us. I slammed the screen door shut just in time. The swan was still out for blood and mercilessly pecking the screen"
"When I was about 13 or so, I babysat for all the little neighbor kids (I was the oldest on the block) so for maybe 5 families at different times. One family lent my name to another friend a few blocks away. They had 3 kids. The girl was about 6 and amazingly sweet and awesome. Her brothers, about 4 and 7, were demon spawn. They ran around the house throwing things, screaming, making messes, and punching the girl until she hid in my arms all night.
The younger boy pulled his private parts out and went to the bathroom on the living room floor while we watched a movie. I didn't even know what to do. Then the older one got mad when I yelled at him about something. So he locked himself and the other brother in their bedrooms and wouldn't open it until their parents got home. The family apologized and I never went back there. Apparently they'd been through like 5 babysitters in a year. It makes me afraid to have boys"
"My senior year of high school I was involved in a program that paired teens with local elementary school kids that were struggling in class for one reason or another. I was paired with a 5th grader that we will call Sarah for this story. The program director pulled me aside on the first day and let me know that because of my previous experience with kids, I would be able to handle the 'most difficult' kid. At the time I can distinctly remember being excited and ready to take on a challenge, and I was proud of myself for being selected. You can probably tell that this feeling did not last very long.
Sarah's teacher informed me that she had a fairly severe case of fetal drinking syndrome, which made her unable to understand things like social cues and gave her a very short temper. The first few months that I worked with her were truly inspirational, Sarah started doing her homework on a regular basis and seemed to take pride herself when she completed her work and got to place a sticker on the class homework chart. Through trial and error, I learned what set her off, the bests ways to explain things she didn't understand (like why the boy she had a crush on avoided her, heartbreaking) and how to get to her calm down when she had her meltdowns. One day about 3 months in her adoptive mother came in to thank me for helping Sarah, telling me that the work we did at school was showing through when they were at home too. This made both of us incredibly happy, so when her mother asked if I could start to babysit Sarah, I was happy to oblige.
When I arrived, Sarah's mother told me that past babysitters had previously run into trouble around bedtime and not to 'push it'. I can still hear her voice in my head saying, 'And if she does hit you, just stay calm and try to reason with her.' My naive reaction was 'silly past babysitters! That would never happen with me!' Her mother neglected to tell me that I should not let her play with my cell phone (which I learned later was a trigger I didn't know about). So Sarah asked and I obliged, and around 8:30 I gently started talking about bed time, and something within her reacted. It was almost as if a part of her brain clicked off.
She started furiously hitting arbitrary buttons on my phone and started to get angry when I asked for it back. I let this go on for about a half hour, then made the mistake of trying to take it out of her hands. All hell broke loose. She jumped up and started hitting me over and over again, starting to yell (all sounds, no words). I tried and tried to calm her down which had always worked for me at her school, but the look on her face told me that she wasn't even really hear what I was saying. For the next hour, she continued hitting and kicking me and just screaming and screaming. Once her mom got home things only got worse. She suddenly did not want me to leave and started holding my legs down and pushing me away from the door. The screaming got worse, and after her mother attempted several times to hold Sarah down so that I could leave but she always broke free. We'd been at it for about 30 minutes when her mom suddenly yells, 'I'M GOING TO HOLD HER DOWN AND YOU NEED TO RUN OUT THE BACK DOOR AND LEAVE!' I do as I'm told, and as I'm making a break for it I hear the loudest scream I have ever heard come out of a human. I reach my car and see Sarah running out the back door screaming with her mother chasing her. Basically, I babysat a special-needs girl, she attacked me and her mother had to restrain her while I escaped"
"I went babysitting with my older sister last year, for these two twin girls, who are sweet and all, but they are such little trouble-makers. Their older brother was there too, who we technically weren't watching because he was old enough, but he ended up being just as bad. Anyway, it just so happened to be that it was the day the world was supposed to end, at like 6:20 in the evening or something. So we spend the whole time collecting nerf guns and other potential weapons to prepare for the zombie apocalypse.
They're just screaming the whole time and being generally annoying, and I'm thinking the world had better not end because this is NOT how I want to spend my last day. The boy gets out of the house at one point and is pestering an old Black guy, just walking down the road with his bucket of fish. So I run out there to drag him back in so he doesn't get raped or kidnapped, y'know? And it's all very confusing since I have no shoes on and my feet hurt, and then somehow the two girls came running outside with us. They all start messing around like siblings do and my sister's outside too by this point. Then, as we're just standing there trying to figure out some type of game to keep them occupied, they start fighting near the door and they get really quiet. I look over to see what happened, and it turns out that they somehow LOCKED US OUT OF THE HOUSE. They did not have a key so I don't even know how they managed that. So I had to go to their neighbor's house and climb a ladder to reach on top of one of those support beams because evidently they decided that that would be an appropriate location for a spare key. Her house smelt of cigars and cats, so I'm sure it was a safe hiding place, at least. So yeah. That's my apocalypse babysitting story"
"The 3 year old I used to babysit would physically attack me for no reason, and then would manically laugh as I restrained her. She also used to slam her 1 year old sister's head into the floor instead of telling her 'no'. One time I was babysitting them over night and the 3 year old woke up and poured the shampoo all over the house at 3 am then woke me up to show me".
"I hated babysitting but always got suckered into it or volunteered by my folks. The last time involved staying over night as the parents were attending an Amway conference with my folks. 9-year-old girl, 3-year-old boy. Easy enough. Last minute advice, they just moved from Brazil. didn't speak English (the kids), and hadn't gone grocery shopping. It was also winter in Minnesota and about 45 minutes from my house. No phone either.
As soon as the parents left, the girl freaked out and started screaming, running around thus upsetting the little boy. She came up to me and grabbed my arm. Thinking she was calming down, I tried to hug her but she bit me instead and ran off to her room and locked the door. Her brother looked at me like what? I was so bewildered and it was early Friday. The girl stayed in her room except for dinner which was PBJ, had another freakout and locked herself back in the room. Saturday was ok, she calmed down except for a few outbursts and the little boy was cool.
My dad drove back in the afternoon with their Dad to check in.He needed me to stay another night. Ok, fine. More money, they'd be back early Sunday. Sunday comes, parents don't show until 6 pm, they were down to one can of spaghetti o's and the heels of bread. Literally, nothing to feed these kids. The mother rips me a new one in broken English as the daughter as finally emerged from her room hysterical yet again and the dad hands me a grand total of $50. I was fuming so I showed them the bite marks, the lack of food, and that you don't agree on 1 night/2days and turn it into an extended vacation for yourselves. Basically, a Brazilian family held me hostage for 2 nights and 3 days with their spastic child with little food and a huge language barrier. Was paid $50. Previously agreed price was $150."
"Pre-Post Warning: This post contains no horror stories or intimate activity whatsoever. I remember a particular babysitter from when I was around 10 or 11. She was around 18-ish and the daughter of one of my dad's Navy buddies. She actually used to say that she really enjoyed babysitting me as I usually behaved more like a small adult than a child. I don't think it was just lip service, either. We used to have some great conversations that I really don't think most people would want to have with a kid.
I remember one night in particular. It was a weekend, so I didn't really have a strictly enforced bedtime. As such, she heated up some frozen meals for us, and we settled on the couch to watch Swamp Thing on USA. Afterward, we couldn't find anything else to watch, so we just sat and talked for a bit. She'd seemed a bit bothered when she first arrived, so I asked her if something was on her mind. She kind of curled in on herself a bit and told me that she'd had a fight with her boyfriend about their relationship. We sat there for a good long while, and she talked a lot about the things they'd been through (omitting any intimate aspects, of course). I listened, and I gave her some advice based on things I'd observed from my parents' relationship. Many tears and a couple of bowls of ice cream later, she thanked me and cleaned up while I went to bed. I don't know what she told my parents about that night, but I got majorly rewarded the next day (I got to go to Toys 'R' Us & pick out a new NES game)! She babysat me once or twice more, but she then had to leave to go to college. Years later, I attended her wedding (to, if I recall, a different guy than the one we'd talked about). As far as I am aware, they are still happily married. Basically, I was 10 and successfully gave 18-year-old babysitter good relationship advice"
"When I was around 8 years old, my babysitter took my sister, some friends and myself to the local swimming hole. As happens in Midwestern summers, a tornado happened. The babysitter, instead of looking after the children in her care, jumped into her car and fled, leaving us on a beach as the winds picked up.
Then the hail started - we were battered and bleeding from the ice, so we packed up our little legs and sprinted for the beach bathroom. Trees flew around us, buildings were destroyed and there was a genuine tornado tearing up the beach where we had stood. We hid amongst the pipes of the bathroom screaming in terror until the awful noise ended. We emerged looking like we'd done battle and decided that we needed to get home. Shoeless and in our bathing suits, we walked the winding path towards town. This is when we came across the babysitter who abandoned us. A tree had fallen on her car and broken her shoulder and her arm, trapping her inside.
Basically, if you abandon kids during a tornado, you will get squashed"
"My parents tell a story of me chatting up the teenage babysitter girl from down the street when I was younger (about 5 or 6). Apparently, she walked in, and acting in a host like way similar to that of my parents, I asked her 'Can I offer you a drink? Soda? Something harder?' Smooth, even in elementary school"
"I'm the parent in this story. My wife and I have two kids together and she has three from her first marriage who don't live with us, but are here a lot. We had hired a college girl to watch the little ones during the summer when I was working and my wife was finishing up her degree. Never saw any issues until one day the older kids happened to be there this day (thank god) and we got the full story.
Let's start with getting home, we only had one car so we got home together, babysitter says M (3yo girl) cut her leg and FLEW out the door. Wife goes back to the playroom and is all 'aww, let me see your owie' and pulls the band-aid off. M's let has a cut like two inches long and DEEP. My wife picked her up and sprinted her to the ER (just a couple blocks away) as I loaded up the rest of the kids and followed in the car. M get's stitched up and we get and in-hospital visit from CPS asking all kinds of questions for my wife and me.
Lucky for us the oldest of the kids 8 & 9 had no problem telling the whole story. It turns out the sitter spent the entire time on the phone with her bf, like 6 hours (we learned this was common of her) and wasn't paying attention to the kids at all. Kids being kids decided, 'Hey, let's slide down the back of the couch.' We had a leather couch and didn't realize it had a loose staple which caught M's leg.
It wouldn't have been a HUGE deal if he hadn't just dipped out like it was nothing. The Dr's told us much longer and it would have gotten really painful for M to pull the skin closed. The real kicker is about two days later I get an e-mail from the wonderful sitter saying basically, 'Oh, by the way. I never got paid that day when should I stop by for that?' The reply she got was the long version of, 'I suggest you drop it and be happy you don't get an ER bill and a court date for willful endangerment.' Basically the sitter let my daughter slice her leg on a staple and dipped out ASAP"
"A neighbor from up the street used to babysit me when I was like 8 - he was probably 15/16 at the time. When he realized I liked computers and video games, he introduced me to and gave me Command and Conquer and later when it came out, Red Alert. He would bring his computer over and we would play multiplayer over a null modem cable. If I won, I got to stay up later for each game I won (past the bedtime my parents set) and if he won I'd have to help him with his chores when he watched me at his house. I learned quick how to beat him after he made me wash his parent's cars and do dishes. I stopped going to bed on time and he would have me play on his team to beat his friends."
"I was babysitting this little girl who had issues sleeping when her parents weren't in the house. Parents told me she could sleep in their room to comfort her. The child discovers a GIANT adult toy and gives it to the basset hound thinking it's a chew toy. I have to chase down basset hound to retrieve vibrating giant adult toy. I don't know what to do with the toy so I placed it on the child's parent's dresser. I then told the child to never speak of this night again. I was babysitting my cousin"