I really hate it when mom and dad go out for bowling nights with their friends. They know I love bowling but they never take my along and instead they hire Stephanie, my babysitter, to come watch me. I used to be a well-behaved kid but, clearly, that method does not get me what I want. As nice as Stephanie is, someone has to pay. It is time to pull out all the stops to annoy the babysitter!
Before the parental units leave I am, of course, all smiles. The minute their car leaves the driveway, however, nothing can get in my way. I start running around and screaming for twenty minutes straight. Then, without notice, I stop and pretend to nap on the couch. The second the babysitter is lulled into a false sense of peace and quiet, I repeat the running and screaming tactic. This time, however, I start pelting her with marshmallows from the stash hidden in my room, but only after I have hosed her down with my water gun. If two straight hours of this mayhem does not cause her to panic and call my parents, then I will have failed. This is the one babysitting job she will probably regret taking. Wish me luck and hopefully I’ll see you at the bowling alley next week!
