Kids can be bad sometimes, but these kids need to see a psychologist because something is wrong with them.
“Kid threw an easy-bake oven at me and then tried to lock me in a closet.” (Source)
This Sounds Hectic.
“I babysat for a few families on my street. Word of mouth spread and a family maybe 6 streets away asked me to watch 3 kids. 3 kids seemed like a lot for not knowing them, but they said they’d only be gone a few hours. Parents leave. Kids turn into demon spawns. 2 little boys and 1 youngest child, a girl. They tormented her until she was literally hiding/clinging to my legs and clothes. I turned on a movie and they were okay for a minute. Then 1 boy gets up and pulls his pants down and literally just starts pissing in the middle of the living room (he’s totally potty trained, like 6). I freak out and start to clean it up and send the boy to his room. The other brother followed him, as they shared a room, and just sat there with him. The girl sneaks downstairs throughout all this and unbeknownst to me starts making an F5 grade mess. After I clean the pee, I go to get them out of the boys’ room. Surprise, door is closed. Oh, and apparently locked. The one boy is only like 3 and is crying because he can’t open it and his brother won’t let him out. The older boy is defiant and just screaming at me NO IM NOT OPENING IT. YOU’RE NOT MY MOM! I WANT MY MOMMY! We had a stand off for a few minutes before I realized the girl was gone. Well, I wasn’t getting the boys out, so I went to get the phone and call the parents while I tried to find the girl. She pulled out ALL the f–king toys and they were everywhere and I couldn’t find her because she was in a pillow pile. Needless to say I was pretty much in tears by the time they came home. One of them drove me home and kept apologizing and hoped I’d still give them another chance. That did not happen.” (Source)
“I had a kid who climbed out his bedroom onto the roof of the house & started the house on fire. The kid was a demon. He was 9 at the time.” (Source)
Pee Pee Duel Part 1.
“I babysat to make my spending money. The worst was a referral for the friends of a family I babysat for all the time. There were two twin boys who were 8, and a little girl who was just starting her toilet training. The kids were very nice during the introductions. But it soon turned out they were hyper as h*ll when their parents left. The boys whooped and hollered and chased each other through the house. I convinced them to play Legos or whatever in their room to quiet them down because I had to deal with the little girl who needed to potty. She kept trying to poop in her little training potty but it wasn’t happening. Then I heard the boys screaming at the top of their lungs, so I left the girl on her potty and found each boy was standing on his bed PISSING at the other one like they were having a pee pee duel. They got urine everywhere, on the walls, the carpet, the sheets and all over each other.
Pee Pee Duel Part 2.
“I’m ticked at these kids and tell them to change their clothes and strip the sheets. They just keep laughing at me and made me chase them around the house. Meanwhile the little girl drags her potty into the kitchen singing at the top of her lungs about how she pooped and wants me to look. When one of the boys runs through the kitchen, he accidentally overturns the potty and stuff gets all over. As much as I wanted to cry from utter frustration I managed to hold my temper and calm them all down enough while I cleaned up as best I could. When the parents finally came home they didn’t offer any apologies for how their kids behaved or any extra tip or anything like that. Needless to say that was the first and last time I ever babysat for that family!” (Source)
The Middle Child.
“Three daughters. First child mommy’s favorite. Great kid, absolutely fantastic, well-behaved, smart, calm. Youngest is daddy’s favorite. Affectionate, but kind of a little a-hole. Just doesn’t listen, but she’s at that age. And then there’s the middle child. Middle child is a f–king sociopath. Absolutely tortures her sisters all the time and then makes s–t up to get the other two in trouble. Parents f–king hate the middle child, and are totally aware of the behavior, but just can’t seem to fix it. I once saw the middle child: jabbing her thumbs into the eyes of a cat and laughing when it screamed. Stab the youngest with sewing needles. Kick a toddler in the face. For no reason.__Hard. Attempt to force-feed dog s–t to the youngest. Punch her father in the face. Spit in her mother’s face. Attempt to drown the oldest in a kiddie pool. Slap a severely disabled child in the neighborhood because ‘he couldn’t hit her back.’ And I’ve heard stories of much, much worse. Her oldest sibling is totally fine and a wonderful child, but the youngest is being completely ruined by this child. She’s f–ked up beyond repair and has absolutely no moral compass. Her parents have tried everything and while they aren’t perfect, this kid can’t be fixed and they can’t be to blame for her actions at this point. Something is deeply wrong with this child and she makes every single person she interacts with’s life worse. The scary part is that she’s only 6. She’s going to be f–king terrifying at 18.” (Source)
“For a few months I had to babysit my husband’s nieces and nephews. These kids are awful. Their parents neglect them and it shows. Here are a few highlights. I rescued a two week old kitten. Nursed him back to health and adopted him. One day while I was doing dishes, the 2 youngest kids took him outside and tried to drown him in the pool. Twice. He survived. My in-laws house was filthy and roach infested. While one of the kids was eating dinner, a roach apparently crawled across his plate, he started hysterically crying. I go to calm him down and one of the others runs into the kitchen, opens every spice she can get get hand on and dumps them all over the kitchen. I decide I have to keep the two smaller ones with me at all times due to their antics. I put them on the kitchen counter to ‘help’ me cook. They actually start behaving and I thought I had found a successful method in handling them. I was wrong. One asks me a question while the other takes out glasses from the cupboard and starts smashing them on the ground. I go to stop her when the other little one starts smashing plates. The two oldest were sisters and they hated each other. They get into a fight over the TV and the older sister starts chasing after the younger sister, she eventually smashes the younger sister’s fingers in the bathroom door. While the younger sister is crying, the older sister is laughing maniacally. That’s just a few. There are several other stories that make me so grateful to have moved far away from them.” (Source)
Demon Parents Part 1.
“I am a full-time nanny, and have been for the past 5 years. You’d think I had run across a handful of demon children, which I have, but dear lord, it’s the parents that are the demons on more than one occasion. The one in particular that comes to mind: I started with a morning family that I found through Care.com after my regular family shortened my hours to afternoons only. When I first interviewed, the mom was notably odd, very in-touch with emotions, and very particular about food. She stated that she wanted me from 7:00-12, Monday through Friday for her 5 year old son and her 3 year old son while she either ran errands or worked from the home. Not too weird so far, but then she asked me what my parenting style was. I told her that my style was whatever hers was. I am perfectly fine altering my nannying style to fit each individual families needs. She told me she was wanting the answer of what I was going to do when I was a parent, not in nannying. I told her my philosophy (be kind, be consistent, time outs for bad behavior, etc). She then told me hers: we don’t tell our children ‘no,’ we don’t take their toys away, we don’t do time outs, we don’t spank.
Demon Parents Part 2.
“So, to say the least, I was confused about how the h*ll they run their household. Pretty much, she believed that each child had this ’emotional backpack’ where they store their feelings, and they need to express them constantly. She also mentioned to me that both of her children sleep in her bed. All well and good, but here’s how her children acted with it once I was hired: I asked the 3 year old (still in diapers) to lay down so I could change him. He refused, so I gave him a warning that I was going to pick him up and lay him down to change him. He then ran off to his mother screaming and crying. I told her why he was crying and this is what she said, ‘did Brittany do something to upset you? You just go ahead and cry, I’ll hold you.’ Then once he was done with his tantrum, she said ‘I’m so proud of you for getting all those big feelings out.’ No. Your child threw a tantrum because he didn’t want his butt changed. He doesn’t need praise for that. The 5 year old was very independent, very smart and very OCD. At one point, his brother and I were coloring. Now, as normal 3 year olds do, he was scribbling. His brother came in and started taunting his brother and telling him he was doing everything wrong. I told the older brother, ‘your brother is trying to express his creativity. Let’s encourage him, rather than criticize him.’ The 5 year old bursts in to tears and runs to his mother, and he has the biggest wail about this, to which the mother responds the same as above. The 5 year old was mad at his mother because she told him to get dressed. He came up, hit her across the face while screaming. She just let him. She kept praising him for getting his ‘big feelings’ out. He’s still hitting her, so she takes him to the shower, turns the water on (fully clothed) and tries to get him to calm down.
Demon Parents Part 3.
“After a few weeks, she introduced me to more rules, and more expectations. She wanted me to have a schedule with them, and wanted me to do some homeschooling. No big deal, got it.. But then, anytime I told them it was time for blah blah blah, she’d swoop in and say that they could just play instead. Like, the children just woke up that morning and I told them to brush their teeth. They said they wanted to play, and the mom negotiated with them by asking them if that’s what they thought they ‘felt’ they needed to do. Like, no matter what I or the mother said it was time to do, as long as the kid ‘felt’ like he didn’t need to do said thing, then he didn’t need to do so. At one point, even, the mom and I took the kids to the library. I told her we needed to finish up soon because I needed to get going to my other job. We got to the car, and because the 5 year old didn’t ‘feel’ like getting in the car, she let him stand outside for 25 minutes before he ‘felt’ like getting in the car, resulting in me being late for my next job. She also was really strange with food, too. She was one of those people who legitimately treated organic food as a religion (her words). She had a number system for food 1-5. The only things that were listed as #1 (as in completely healthy) was a vitamin called Chywanprash. Even fruits and vegetables were labeled as a #2. Salads and healthy food? #3. Bread? #4. And anything sweet #5. The thing is, she classified anything below a #2 to be unhealthy, so these children thought a simple salad, or anything normal, was bad for them. And anytime they did have sweets, they’d go f**king nuts over wanting more because she deprived them of everything. They’d have full day tantrums because of it. The last note is that she didn’t allow any electronics in the bedroom. Not even an alarm clock. So this meant that I had to wait every single day in the cold, ringing the doorbell constantly (sometimes up to 45 minutes) for them to come answer the door. Needless to say, I quit within two months. It was utterly ridiculous. At the end of it, she asked me to review her family and children. She asked me the pros and cons. She was very shocked to hear that the only pro I listed was that they children had a very good vocabulary.” (Source)
“Friend used to babysit in high school and told me this one: The parents had three kids and treated kid 1 and 3 like royalty and kid 2 like dirt. I don’t know how it started, but kid 1 and 3 blamed kid 2 for everything that went wrong or just blamed him for something that didn’t actually happen. One time, friend was watching all three kids closely and one kid comes over and says kid 2 hit him. Since friend was watching the entire time, she asked when he did that since he really wasn’t doing anything. Kid said, ‘Just now. If you were my dad, you’d be yelling at him already.’ She caught on that kid 2 was that hated child pretty quickly and stayed closer to him than the other two and tried to treat him a little better. It didn’t help that mom and dad already hated this child for all the things he didn’t do (because some children had to be little sh–s), but at least he had one friend for awhile.” (Source)
An Odd Night.
“It was an odd night. I was in my senior year of college and picked up an occasional babysitting gig from Care.com. The family is well-to-do, awesome people in a h-lla good part of town and the kids are 8 & 12 so I’m really only there to make sure nobody burns the nice house to the ground. With that being said, the younger one (who we’ll call Adam) was definitely off the spectrum. I head over one night and the parents call Adam down. I notice he’s just in his whitey tighties (which is how he slept) and he seems totally f–king out of it. The parents ask him to tell me what had happened. When he’s too incoherent to tell me, they finally blurt out that he had his tonsils taken out like 48 hours ago. Oh, okay, awesome, thanks for the heads up, but I guess this is what I’m dealing with. So anyways, Adam goes back to bed and I don’t hear anything out of him for the next like five hours because little guy is high as f–k on pain meds. I checked up on him a few times, we’re good. It’s now around 10 at night and I hear him come down the stairs and he’s holding a stuffed animal Bowser. ‘Hey buddy, how are you feeling?’ Adam says nothing. ‘Whatcha doing, Adam?’ He silently walks to the kitchen. ‘Adam, do you want something to eat?’ He opens the freezer in total silence. ‘Why don’t you let me help you?’ To remind you, this kid is in nothing but his undies and holding a stuffed animal. He finally acknowledges my presence and looks me straight in the eye then gargles, ‘Bowser hungry.’ Still cracks me up thinking about it.” (Source)