Adventures in Babysitting

I was pretty awful to babysitters when I was younger. My brother and I locked a sitter in the basement once, and another time I locked myself in my room after smearing Noxzema cream all over the outside of my door (it smelled bad? I don't know...). Truly, karma should have sent me a steady stream of consistently terrible children to deal with. While there have been a few choice adventures over the years, I really have lucked out.

Saturday night I watched four kids. There was a little bickering (boys vs. girls!) but mostly we just used sidewalk chalk, ate pie and watched Disney Channel. Oh, and there was one piggyback ride that resulted in a double-decker Velociraptor impression. When bedtime rolled around, they were supremely cooperative.

When I checked on them later I noticed the sign on the boy's bedroom door:

boy's territory

O.M.G.

Way better to come across on a kid's door than half a jar of smelly face cream.