I babysat once as a teenager. Only once. I was thirteen. My neighbours were desperate. They were so desperate they called me. I refused. They pleaded. I had no choice. I worked for two hours. And I was bored. I watched TV. I did homework. I read. I ate all the chocolate bars from the kids' Halloween loot bags. But, for some reason, it was a looooong two hours. I got paid $4.00. What a rip off. And that was before they even knew I ate all the chocolate bars. Had they known I ate the chocolate then it may have been a good deal. But they didn't. So they were cheap. Come to think of it, that may have been the going rate back then. They never called me to babysit again. Win win no matter which way.
The two essential guides for babysitting
|Babysitter's Handbook II|
Mike and Nicky over at We Work for Cheese have
forced invited us to participate in this 30 Day Creative Writing Challenge . Today is Day Babysitter, the theme is 10. Here are some of the other participants.