Adventures in Babysitting...
Babysitting...Ugh! I have had three experiences...Let me tell you about each of them. Ohhhh...And BTW: They were three different nationalities!
1) American. I walked into the house to watch the two kids, and I get a list. "Nathan cannot eat any of these things!" His mother informed me. Everything from cheese to milk to almonds to flavored water was on that list.
"What about Sarah?" I asked. "Can she eat?"
"Oh yeah! She has no allergies!" The mom replied. She wrote her number and I got to babysitting. I put on the cartoon "Anastasia" for them and they began to freak out at the villan, Rasputin, so I had to turn it off. After that, I turned on Barney and they sat and watched it until they got bored. Then, after they got bored, they started begging me for food. "But Nathan can't eat anything." I told Sarah.
"He can eat some things." She replied.
"Can you show me what he can eat so he doesn't have an allergic reaction?" I asked. I had to be so careful with him. She told me he could have toast and jam and so I made him that. Thankfully the parents came back and I handed off that family to my sister, who had just turned 13. She is much better with allergic reactions...I mean kids...than me!
2) German kids!!! OMG! Awesome kids!!! Their mom tells me they can eat ANYTHING and that they like video games and movies. I am psyched to watch them. We get to playing gameboys and on the computer and watching movies and stuff. Then they play with toys.
But...The two youngest end up breaking a toy train and they start to cry. I don't know what to do, so I turn on "The Sound of Music". The two youngest sit down and watch it right away, while the oldest plays his gameboy. It gets easier from there. They are amazing! The mom gets home and they have all gone to bed. I have cleaned the house and all is good.
3) Indian kids. WOOHOO!!! Now they were fun. I got to watch them twice. The first time, I learned a lot. The mom and dad were in a hurry. She was pregnant with baby number three, and the two kids I was watching were occupied with some Hindi movie. It was about 4pm or so. The mom told me when they got hungry that they would open the fridge and eat.
So...An hour or so later, they get hungry. "okay...there is food in the fridge..." I tell them.
"But I want McDonalds!" The boy shouts.
"Well..." I don't know what to say or do. "Your mom said we should eat the food in the fridge."
A few words in Hindi to each other, and they gang up on me. "McDonalds! McDonalds!" Both kids begin shouting. I am left with no choice. Since the town house is right by McDonalds, we take a trip there. They order hamburgers and fries and I am suddenly broke.
We arrive back at the town house, (I had a key...) and they both don't feel good. "Oh no!" I am thinking. Were they allergic to something? What went wrong?
The parents arrive home, and I have to tell them why the children are sick. "They insisted on going to McDonalds. I told them that you said that we should eat what was in the fridge, but they kept shouting McDonalds over and over..."
The moms eyes get wide. "They have never had beef in their life..." She begins. The dad freaks out on the children, who by this point realize what they have done wrong.
"I am really sorry...I had no idea..." I begin.
"Its not your fault. Now you know. And they should have known better!" She glares at the kids, who both look at her wide eyed. They know they are going to be in big trouble once I am gone.
I get invited back a few months later, after the baby is born, and this is what the mom tells me this time.
"So, they fight sometimes now. She will watch TV, he will play outside, its all good. But when they fight, just let them. Its normal. Don't call me unless they break bones or something. No McDonalds!" She explained.
I nod. "Sounds good!" I replied. And so, it went a lot better that time. They were older. She took the baby with her because he was so little.
The boy teased his sister about her singing. She was singing some song to the TV. I couldn't understand half of what was said at that house...lol. They flung their food around the kitchen...Curry is hard to clean up! But overall, they were fun and good and honestly, they could have been way worse! At least I didn't have a repeat of the time before!
So...Those are my adventures in babysitting!!!
1) American. I walked into the house to watch the two kids, and I get a list. "Nathan cannot eat any of these things!" His mother informed me. Everything from cheese to milk to almonds to flavored water was on that list.
"What about Sarah?" I asked. "Can she eat?"
"Oh yeah! She has no allergies!" The mom replied. She wrote her number and I got to babysitting. I put on the cartoon "Anastasia" for them and they began to freak out at the villan, Rasputin, so I had to turn it off. After that, I turned on Barney and they sat and watched it until they got bored. Then, after they got bored, they started begging me for food. "But Nathan can't eat anything." I told Sarah.
"He can eat some things." She replied.
"Can you show me what he can eat so he doesn't have an allergic reaction?" I asked. I had to be so careful with him. She told me he could have toast and jam and so I made him that. Thankfully the parents came back and I handed off that family to my sister, who had just turned 13. She is much better with allergic reactions...I mean kids...than me!
2) German kids!!! OMG! Awesome kids!!! Their mom tells me they can eat ANYTHING and that they like video games and movies. I am psyched to watch them. We get to playing gameboys and on the computer and watching movies and stuff. Then they play with toys.
But...The two youngest end up breaking a toy train and they start to cry. I don't know what to do, so I turn on "The Sound of Music". The two youngest sit down and watch it right away, while the oldest plays his gameboy. It gets easier from there. They are amazing! The mom gets home and they have all gone to bed. I have cleaned the house and all is good.
3) Indian kids. WOOHOO!!! Now they were fun. I got to watch them twice. The first time, I learned a lot. The mom and dad were in a hurry. She was pregnant with baby number three, and the two kids I was watching were occupied with some Hindi movie. It was about 4pm or so. The mom told me when they got hungry that they would open the fridge and eat.
So...An hour or so later, they get hungry. "okay...there is food in the fridge..." I tell them.
"But I want McDonalds!" The boy shouts.
"Well..." I don't know what to say or do. "Your mom said we should eat the food in the fridge."
A few words in Hindi to each other, and they gang up on me. "McDonalds! McDonalds!" Both kids begin shouting. I am left with no choice. Since the town house is right by McDonalds, we take a trip there. They order hamburgers and fries and I am suddenly broke.
We arrive back at the town house, (I had a key...) and they both don't feel good. "Oh no!" I am thinking. Were they allergic to something? What went wrong?
The parents arrive home, and I have to tell them why the children are sick. "They insisted on going to McDonalds. I told them that you said that we should eat what was in the fridge, but they kept shouting McDonalds over and over..."
The moms eyes get wide. "They have never had beef in their life..." She begins. The dad freaks out on the children, who by this point realize what they have done wrong.
"I am really sorry...I had no idea..." I begin.
"Its not your fault. Now you know. And they should have known better!" She glares at the kids, who both look at her wide eyed. They know they are going to be in big trouble once I am gone.
I get invited back a few months later, after the baby is born, and this is what the mom tells me this time.
"So, they fight sometimes now. She will watch TV, he will play outside, its all good. But when they fight, just let them. Its normal. Don't call me unless they break bones or something. No McDonalds!" She explained.
I nod. "Sounds good!" I replied. And so, it went a lot better that time. They were older. She took the baby with her because he was so little.
The boy teased his sister about her singing. She was singing some song to the TV. I couldn't understand half of what was said at that house...lol. They flung their food around the kitchen...Curry is hard to clean up! But overall, they were fun and good and honestly, they could have been way worse! At least I didn't have a repeat of the time before!
So...Those are my adventures in babysitting!!!
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