There's no denying that a babysitter's job isn't easy, even if some folks like to pretend that it is. After all, as a person in this profession, you're responsible for someone's kid, their joys, tantrums, curiosity, and all of it.
So, it's natural for babysitters to go through a rollercoaster of emotions while doing their job. Sometimes you're at a high, with a well-behaved, nice kid, and other times you're with... a demon. Looking from the side, the latter part seems more entertaining, doesn't it? So, today, let's read up on these exact stories and let's pray that we don't have to experience them ourselves.
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#1
Sharing this on behalf of my sister. When we were younger, our parents decided we were old enough to be left home by ourselves - both of them worked weekdays during the summer holidays, so we had to babysit our younger brothers.
One particular day I was feeling dizzy and I wasn't thinking straight. I was really tired. But, being 11, all I wanted to do was play video games. I grabbed my DS and sat on the couch, while my sister watched TV. Suddenly, I started seizing. I shut off completely. My sister, with no experience at all, rang an ambulance, my parents and grandma telling them what happened. I was raced to hospital within 10 minutes of seizing (we did live fairly close!). My younger brothers started crying, thinking I had died when they saw me on the stretcher (I was very blue at the time). My parents cried too; my dad has epilepsy and his family has a history - so it was a horrible feeling that it was passed down to me. However, my sister was calm and collected, serving as the backbone of the family that day.
She's never received praise for saving me, despite this happening multiple times. Even my brothers have learned to help out (one even picked a lock when I seized in the bathroom!). I'm on medication and take them daily, but I'm really indebted to my sister for being a real trooper through my first seizure!
One particular day I was feeling dizzy and I wasn't thinking straight. I was really tired. But, being 11, all I wanted to do was play video games. I grabbed my DS and sat on the couch, while my sister watched TV. Suddenly, I started seizing. I shut off completely. My sister, with no experience at all, rang an ambulance, my parents and grandma telling them what happened. I was raced to hospital within 10 minutes of seizing (we did live fairly close!). My younger brothers started crying, thinking I had died when they saw me on the stretcher (I was very blue at the time). My parents cried too; my dad has epilepsy and his family has a history - so it was a horrible feeling that it was passed down to me. However, my sister was calm and collected, serving as the backbone of the family that day.
She's never received praise for saving me, despite this happening multiple times. Even my brothers have learned to help out (one even picked a lock when I seized in the bathroom!). I'm on medication and take them daily, but I'm really indebted to my sister for being a real trooper through my first seizure!
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#2
I was babysitting these demon siblings. It was when I first started babysitting. They were 8/9ish, boy and girl, generally bratty but I thought I could handle them. We were playing a game of hide and seek in the house. I was hiding in a tiny closet and the kids locked me in there.
I yelled, screamed, begged all they did was giggle. I was locked in there for 3 hours before their parents came home and let me out. By that time I was crying and had peed myself, not my proudest moment. I quit on the spot.
To this day I still won’t babysit or nanny older children. Generally once they’re potty trained or start school I’m out.
I yelled, screamed, begged all they did was giggle. I was locked in there for 3 hours before their parents came home and let me out. By that time I was crying and had peed myself, not my proudest moment. I quit on the spot.
To this day I still won’t babysit or nanny older children. Generally once they’re potty trained or start school I’m out.
27points
#3
I was watching this little girl while her mom ran errands. 20 minutes into it, this huge man is pounding on the door, yelling. I get hella alert and jump from the couch, just staring out the window. The curtain was closed, but it was kind of see through. He starts yelling "LET ME IN GIRL. YOU F*****G BETTER" So I take the girl and a knife and we book it to her room. I lock it and call the police. The knocking stops for like 10 mins. Long story short, the police come and cuff the guy. Her mom rushed home and said that he was an ex who wanted his kid back. He wasnt supposed to come near her, legally. She said this guy has been troubling her, and didnt expect him to actually come to her house. I went home like wtf. I got paid extra so idfc.
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We doubt that throughout your life, you haven’t heard a saying along the lines of “children are a blessing.” Many would argue that this statement is debatable, yet our consensus is that it all depends on the person and their context.
For some, children are a blessing for real. People view them as a joy, as extensions of their existence, or just generally cute beings. These people don’t even have to be parents, they just may like children.
#4
The kid was already sleeping for a few hours, i was watching a movie. At midnight i heard something scratching at the door. First I ignored it, got scared and checked again. Then i saw glowing eyes through the window: they had a dog and they didn't tell me.
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#5
Watching a 3 year old neighbor. She was spinning in the computer chair and wanted to go faster. I spun her too fast and she had a seizure. Not a grand mal, but a focal. Her eyes were going left to right like a Felix clock and she was unresponsive. I laid her on the couch and she came to quickly. She had no idea what happened and said she felt fine. I called an RN and she said that fast spinning can cause it, it should pass quickly and her doctor should be notified on her next visit.
Told her mom immediately and she said she does it all the time. Thanks for the heads up.
Told her mom immediately and she said she does it all the time. Thanks for the heads up.
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#6
I babysat these two WILD terror boys that lived across the street when I was young, maybe 14. They were never disciplined and incredibly hyper and violent. The youngest one, maybe 4 at the time, swiped a pencil from a drawer and stabbed me in the forehead above my eye with it HARD. The lead broke off under the skin and I couldn’t get it out. It ended up getting infected and becoming extremely painful. I ended up having to have surgery and still have a scar from it. The kids parents paid the medical bills but never apologized. She just basically said that boys will be boys. They were awful people.
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Other folks don’t like or may even hate kids. The reasons for this hatred can stem from various causes. Some people can’t stand that children are so incapable and they need to be constantly taken care of; others are jealous of their carelessness; maybe they didn’t have a good childhood, and kids remind them of that, or perhaps they’re just generally annoyed by them. As we said, to each their own.
Nevertheless, there are some professions where disliking kids is a strong no-go. There are a plethora of professions that have to do with kids, and shouldn’t include folks who don’t like them – after all, how can you do a proper job involving something you hate?
#7
Not paid, but I was babysitting my brother while my parents went to Miami to get my mom her passport. This was around the time my little brother got pills for a.d.d and he was having the worst time swallowing one pill by itself and water...
Cue it gets around 8 pm and my brother comes down and says I practiced swallowing my pills! he was super proud and I was terrified. I thought he swallowed the whole bottle or enough to be overdosed. Call my mom up and she's like okay get him water and try to get him to throw it up.
He probably thought I was crazy for what I tried to get him to do. I learned later he was practicing with candy, specifically skittles.
Just that gut wrenching moment was terrifying to me.
Cue it gets around 8 pm and my brother comes down and says I practiced swallowing my pills! he was super proud and I was terrified. I thought he swallowed the whole bottle or enough to be overdosed. Call my mom up and she's like okay get him water and try to get him to throw it up.
He probably thought I was crazy for what I tried to get him to do. I learned later he was practicing with candy, specifically skittles.
Just that gut wrenching moment was terrifying to me.
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#8
When I was younger I had a bad fear of storms. I was babysitting three kids, I was about 13. The youngest one was napping and the other two were eating. They had the TV on and suddenly a tornado warning for our area came on the screen. I froze, I was terrified and had to take a moment to process. The two who saw the warning knew what it meant and started freaking out.
Before I could stop her, the oldest ran upstairs (to grab her American Girl Dolls) and I shouted after her. I finally collected myself enough to tell the child remaining at the table to go in the basement and get blankets. I ran upstairs to get the youngest one who was napping and, of course, the light in his room wouldn’t turn on so I stumbled through the room to get him. Remember, I’m terrified of weather in the first place so I’m completely freaking out on the inside that I have to take care of myself, plus three kids and a dog.
Finally, I get all of the kids down to the basement behind the bar the parents were building. As I sat down, part of the bar fell off and gashed my leg open. So now I’m trying to staunch the bleeding, keep the kids calm and safe, and keep myself calm. I thought I was going to die.
Tornado never even came close, we were totally fine. Everything turned out well. Still one of the scariest moments of my life.
Before I could stop her, the oldest ran upstairs (to grab her American Girl Dolls) and I shouted after her. I finally collected myself enough to tell the child remaining at the table to go in the basement and get blankets. I ran upstairs to get the youngest one who was napping and, of course, the light in his room wouldn’t turn on so I stumbled through the room to get him. Remember, I’m terrified of weather in the first place so I’m completely freaking out on the inside that I have to take care of myself, plus three kids and a dog.
Finally, I get all of the kids down to the basement behind the bar the parents were building. As I sat down, part of the bar fell off and gashed my leg open. So now I’m trying to staunch the bleeding, keep the kids calm and safe, and keep myself calm. I thought I was going to die.
Tornado never even came close, we were totally fine. Everything turned out well. Still one of the scariest moments of my life.
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#9
Was watching a 2 month old and a 6 year old. Both, unfortunately, have Epilepsy. I can relate because I, too, have Epilepsy. I was feeding the baby when I hear a crash and look over to the 6 year old having a Grand Mal seizure in the living room. I quickly but carefully set the baby in his pack n play and ran over and put the 6 year old on his side and let the seizure play out, there's nothing you could do to stop them, you have to let it go. I was also on the phone with 911. Literally, as soon as the ambulance got there, the 2 month old starting seizing as well. The paramedics were tending to the 6 year old and I was tending to the 2 month old so everyone in the room was busy. A second ambulance was there in minutes to take the baby to the hospital. I was told to ride with the baby and meet with the parents at the hospital. It was insane. I think the loud noises and crying scared the baby because he was crying and probably very overwhelmed and scared so that's what may have caused his seizure. The parents felt really bad for me but honestly, I felt bad for the kids. Hopefully they'll grow out of it while they're still young.
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Some examples of such professions would include careers like teachers, pediatricians, social workers, and, of course, babysitters.
The career of babysitters is often looked down on. It gets painted as a side hustle of teenage girls and nothing too serious. Yet, if you really think about it, it’s not such a simple job, and has quite a few requirements to be met if there’s a desire to go down that path.
#10
I was babysitting my niece a couple of years ago (she's six now, so she would have been three then). I put her to bed, read her a story, gave her a cuddle, then went down to watch a movie and ended up falling asleep on the couch in the living room.
I don't know how much later it was, but I woke up to something grabbing my ankle. My eyes shot open, I freaked the *f**k* out, and I shook my leg as hard as I could. Bad idea. She'd managed to unfasten her door, climb over two different baby gates and get down the stairs without doing herself an injury, all to ask me if I could read her another story.
We don't tell her mother about the time I almost dropkicked her daughter across the living room.
I don't know how much later it was, but I woke up to something grabbing my ankle. My eyes shot open, I freaked the *f**k* out, and I shook my leg as hard as I could. Bad idea. She'd managed to unfasten her door, climb over two different baby gates and get down the stairs without doing herself an injury, all to ask me if I could read her another story.
We don't tell her mother about the time I almost dropkicked her daughter across the living room.
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#11
I was about 14, we lived in military housing, and there was a new couple with two kids who were referred to me. The house was pretty empty- they had only been there a week or so. And the mom was showing me around with the 3 month old baby in her arms.
I was a little worried- 3 months old was the youngest baby I'd every sat. And the mom thought similarly. They were only going to go to their welcoming event for a couple of hours, and it was right there on base, though, so not far. What could go wrong?
What went wrong was at the top of the staircase, as her 3 year old called her, and she was following me down. A strap on her sandal broke, and she suffered a catastrophic fall, taking me out as she toppled, dropping the baby in her arms. Well, I'm not sure how it happened, as I'm not exactly famous amongst friends for my grace, but as I was being bulldozed over I reached up and snatched the baby out of the air, and held her up high as we all fell.
I ended up with a black eye and some bruises where mom essentially tackled me. The baby was completely unscathed. Mom, she ended up with an open fracture of one leg, right above her knee, and a decent concussion. She didn't act as if anything hurt at all, though. She just kept on "You saved my baby, you saved my baby," as dad called the ambulance.
I think they paid me $200 for a 4 hour gig that night, which in 1987 wasn't too shabby. But I don't think my pulse slowed down for a week. I pretty much stopped babysitting shortly after that, because it freaked me out so much. Not just the event, but word getting around that I was like some superhero with cat-like reflexes, when I'm pretty sure if that happened again, i couldn't grab that baby if I tried.
I was a little worried- 3 months old was the youngest baby I'd every sat. And the mom thought similarly. They were only going to go to their welcoming event for a couple of hours, and it was right there on base, though, so not far. What could go wrong?
What went wrong was at the top of the staircase, as her 3 year old called her, and she was following me down. A strap on her sandal broke, and she suffered a catastrophic fall, taking me out as she toppled, dropping the baby in her arms. Well, I'm not sure how it happened, as I'm not exactly famous amongst friends for my grace, but as I was being bulldozed over I reached up and snatched the baby out of the air, and held her up high as we all fell.
I ended up with a black eye and some bruises where mom essentially tackled me. The baby was completely unscathed. Mom, she ended up with an open fracture of one leg, right above her knee, and a decent concussion. She didn't act as if anything hurt at all, though. She just kept on "You saved my baby, you saved my baby," as dad called the ambulance.
I think they paid me $200 for a 4 hour gig that night, which in 1987 wasn't too shabby. But I don't think my pulse slowed down for a week. I pretty much stopped babysitting shortly after that, because it freaked me out so much. Not just the event, but word getting around that I was like some superhero with cat-like reflexes, when I'm pretty sure if that happened again, i couldn't grab that baby if I tried.
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#12
I, and a friend (both 14 years old), were watching two young kids for a young couple who were attending a party down the street. They stayed out late so we put the kids to bed and took turns dozing on the couch in the living room. The father came home suddenly around 1 am. He was very drunk and most likely high. He was crazed and kept threatening to k**l us because we were sleeping instead of doing our job. He ran out of the house screaming that he was going to get his wife and they were going to k**l both of us.
At this point my friend was curled on the couch crying and screaming. I shut and locked the front door, called my friend's dad (they only lived about ten houses away), grabbed a large kitchen knife, and sent my friend upstairs to make sure the kids were OK. Her dad arrived less than three minutes later, seconds ahead of the very drunk/high couple, and made sure they stayed outside of their house. The cops her dad had called arrived about two minutes after that (small town, fast response). The couple was arrested for uttering threats, public intoxication, assaulting a police officer (yep, he took a swing at them), and a few other items. The kids we had been watching were bundled up by the cops and, I assume, child services were called.
The couple moved out of the neighborhood soon after. This incident was when I found out I turn into an emotionless robot during a crisis.
At this point my friend was curled on the couch crying and screaming. I shut and locked the front door, called my friend's dad (they only lived about ten houses away), grabbed a large kitchen knife, and sent my friend upstairs to make sure the kids were OK. Her dad arrived less than three minutes later, seconds ahead of the very drunk/high couple, and made sure they stayed outside of their house. The cops her dad had called arrived about two minutes after that (small town, fast response). The couple was arrested for uttering threats, public intoxication, assaulting a police officer (yep, he took a swing at them), and a few other items. The kids we had been watching were bundled up by the cops and, I assume, child services were called.
The couple moved out of the neighborhood soon after. This incident was when I found out I turn into an emotionless robot during a crisis.
13points
A babysitter has to take care of someone’s child, which is inherently a big responsibility. And the thing is, that child is likely not going to sit in one corner and do all that’s required of them. Kids tend to be playful and curious and can also act out.
In their jobs, babysitters usually witness a lot of children with a lot of various behaviors. In fact, some cases are even rather disturbing or scary. You know, as the joke goes, “A baby's laugh is one of the most beautiful things a person can hear, unless it's 3 a.m., and you're home alone, and you don't have any kids.”
For more examples, you can take a peek at today’s list.
#13
My mom did some babysitting jobs for neighbors when I was younger, and I wanted to share the most frightening experience she had.
She was watching a friend's daughter who was somewhere in the 2-4 year old range. The little girl was so sweet. Even at such a young age she didn't want to inconvenience anyone.
While eating lunch, she started to choke, but every time my mom looked over at her, she would just smile big as anything. Mom eventually realized the poor girl was really choking and helped her. The poor kid would have died just to not have my mom worry.
She was watching a friend's daughter who was somewhere in the 2-4 year old range. The little girl was so sweet. Even at such a young age she didn't want to inconvenience anyone.
While eating lunch, she started to choke, but every time my mom looked over at her, she would just smile big as anything. Mom eventually realized the poor girl was really choking and helped her. The poor kid would have died just to not have my mom worry.
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#14
I was about 13 and watching a kid old enough to walk and run, but not really talk. He was happily playing with cars and made a crash knocking his favourite under the couch. The couch had a pretty big gap under it and I was a small 13 year old so sliding under the couch to grab it was pretty easy for me. Well, when I come up from under the couch the kid is gone from the living room. As I sttod there wondering where he got to I could hear a munching noise, like someone was chewing on wet. I headed to the kitchen figuring the kid grabbed some of the apple that I left out on the table earlier when I saw movement from the bathroom. I don't remember if I dashed over or not, but when I got to the bathroom the kid was popping pills like they were candy.
I did my best to scrape the pills from the kids mouth and luckily they were just multivitamins, but young me was still terrified so I called the number his parents left for me. I thought they were going to be so mad with me, but they weren't too concerned. They came home at the time planned, payed me in full and gave me a ride home. The kid was fine and I babysat him a bunch more afterwards.
I did my best to scrape the pills from the kids mouth and luckily they were just multivitamins, but young me was still terrified so I called the number his parents left for me. I thought they were going to be so mad with me, but they weren't too concerned. They came home at the time planned, payed me in full and gave me a ride home. The kid was fine and I babysat him a bunch more afterwards.
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#15
I was reading to a 6yr old on the couch when his twin brother came running past to the kitchen. Twin then came running back the opposite way with a knife in his hand. I jumped up and ran after him as he tackled another kid on the trampoline and tried to stab him.
I didn’t babysit at that house much longer.
I didn’t babysit at that house much longer.
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All of the stories featured today were shared willingly by the babysitter online, or to be more specific, on Reddit, when someone asked them about bad and scary experiences. As people online tend to do, they also shared plenty of good material, and not putting them into a list would have been a sin. So, that’s what we did, and we hope you enjoy it.
Do you have any scary experiences with kids yourself? Don’t shy away from sharing them with us!
#16
I was maybe 12 years old and watching two little girls. I had only watched them once before and so I was still really trying to impress their mom, they lived in a crappy part of town and we didn’t play outside very often.
This night I was to spend the night and sleep on their couch. In the living room there was a door that led outside to the backyard, the front door was directly across the little townhouse from the back door. Off to the right, looking towards the front door was a kitchen and on the left was the stairs that led to the second floor bedrooms and bathroom. When you opened the front door all the way, the door blocked off the access to the stairwell.
At some point I fell asleep on the couch and was snapped awake. There standing in the house by the back foot is a VERY drunk man. He’s dirty, he’s drunk and he’s walking towards me. My 12 year old mind was panicking and I knew if I called the police, I’d be attached to the wall by the phone and couldn’t prevent him from going upstairs. They didn’t have a cordless phone yet.
I immediately started talking to this man, he says he’s looking for someone and he’s going to go upstairs, I bolt off the couch and beat him to the front door. That’s when I noticed headlights out front. Through the peep hole I see it’s a taxi and I fling the door all the way open and start yelling for the driver to help me. He rolled his window up and shrugged.
I do not know how I did it, but I managed to stand in front of the wide open door and block his way up the stairs. He’s pushing me hard and all I can think of are these little girls asleep in their beds and I remembered he’s looking for someone who doesn’t live here.
I say “hey hey!! Rosie and Trevor are waiting for you in the cab! Look! They’re waving you dude!”
He buys it and walks out the front door just enough for me to slam and lock it. I run the the back door and lock that too. After him banging on the door for a few minutes he goes around back and tries to get back in.
He leaves in the taxi cab and I didn’t sleep for the rest of the night. I never told anyone, never phoned the police and never, ever went to bed without locking all doors and windows again.
This night I was to spend the night and sleep on their couch. In the living room there was a door that led outside to the backyard, the front door was directly across the little townhouse from the back door. Off to the right, looking towards the front door was a kitchen and on the left was the stairs that led to the second floor bedrooms and bathroom. When you opened the front door all the way, the door blocked off the access to the stairwell.
At some point I fell asleep on the couch and was snapped awake. There standing in the house by the back foot is a VERY drunk man. He’s dirty, he’s drunk and he’s walking towards me. My 12 year old mind was panicking and I knew if I called the police, I’d be attached to the wall by the phone and couldn’t prevent him from going upstairs. They didn’t have a cordless phone yet.
I immediately started talking to this man, he says he’s looking for someone and he’s going to go upstairs, I bolt off the couch and beat him to the front door. That’s when I noticed headlights out front. Through the peep hole I see it’s a taxi and I fling the door all the way open and start yelling for the driver to help me. He rolled his window up and shrugged.
I do not know how I did it, but I managed to stand in front of the wide open door and block his way up the stairs. He’s pushing me hard and all I can think of are these little girls asleep in their beds and I remembered he’s looking for someone who doesn’t live here.
I say “hey hey!! Rosie and Trevor are waiting for you in the cab! Look! They’re waving you dude!”
He buys it and walks out the front door just enough for me to slam and lock it. I run the the back door and lock that too. After him banging on the door for a few minutes he goes around back and tries to get back in.
He leaves in the taxi cab and I didn’t sleep for the rest of the night. I never told anyone, never phoned the police and never, ever went to bed without locking all doors and windows again.
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#17
I was 14, babysitting a 3 year old. After I arrived, the mom informs me her son is on "meds" and sometimes acts out. In the four hours I was there, three year old asked to go to the bathroom. After several minutes, he has not come out. I go to check on him. I hear water running. I open the door to see he has stopped the bathroom sink and the bathtub and they are overflowing on the floor. He has climbed onto the counter and is stretched over the bathroom sink trying to plug in the hair dryer. I freak out a little and tell him to get down. As I'm cleaning up the mess in the bathroom, I hear a crash in the kitchen. I go in and he has moved a chair over to the counter, pressed the toaster down to toast and is preparing to stick a fork in it. There were several other s*****e attempts before he decided he wasn't going to wear clothes anymore and was going to destroy his house. He at one point made it around me and ran outside naked. Luckily, his mom's boyfriend had just pulled up to check on me. He helped me wrangle the kid. His mom asked me if I would come back, I had to say no.
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#18
Last year actually! I get 2 elementary school age kids ready for school in the morning so their parents can leave for work. I came in one morning and the mom was on the floor, having what I later found out was a seizure. The dad had already left, and she wasn’t responding to me.
While I was on the phone with 911, I could hear the TV in the next room, and figured the other kid was still sleeping. She started to come out of it and got up to continue making her lunch for work. I could hardly convince her to sit and I was scared she’d fall and I wouldn’t be able to catch her.
I sent the TV-watching kid upstairs with the dog just before the paramedics arrived. I’m on the phone with the dad, neighbors are texting me if everything’s alright, the paramedics are asking me questions.
They take her to the hospital and I talk to the kids and get them ready for school. They were totally okay - really, they missed the whole thing. The school bus came, and I cried the whole way home!
While I was on the phone with 911, I could hear the TV in the next room, and figured the other kid was still sleeping. She started to come out of it and got up to continue making her lunch for work. I could hardly convince her to sit and I was scared she’d fall and I wouldn’t be able to catch her.
I sent the TV-watching kid upstairs with the dog just before the paramedics arrived. I’m on the phone with the dad, neighbors are texting me if everything’s alright, the paramedics are asking me questions.
They take her to the hospital and I talk to the kids and get them ready for school. They were totally okay - really, they missed the whole thing. The school bus came, and I cried the whole way home!
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#19
I brought the 16-month-old kid I was babysitting to an overgrown community garden in his neighborhood, where we often went for his daily nap and a bit of wholesome playtime. He had knocked over a flower pot, and while I was cleaning up, he completely disappeared. At the time, he wasn't a fast mover, but the garden was surrounded by fairly busy streets, and he had recently been distraught that I didn't let him run into an intersection to pick up a rock he liked. I panicked and scoured the garden to find him chasing a butterfly in a patch of tomatoes. He still calls me "Butterfly Lady!" and his parents have no idea why.
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#20
I'm going to share this on behalf of the babysitters that had to deal with me.
I'm going to guess this was like 1984 maybe. My older brothers were 4 and 6 years older then me. We're playing hide and go seek and god dammit the keep making me it! I'm like 6 years old. They go off and hide in an old large clothes trunk. They are both stuffed in there and can barely get the thing closed. I know where they are hiding and promptly go up and lock the trunk. I don't even remember what I did to lock it. But they couldn't get it open and either could the baby sitter. They are going hysterical after a while and saying they could barely breath. Baby sitter eventually forced it open, but not before almost suffering a panic attack.
I'm going to guess this was like 1984 maybe. My older brothers were 4 and 6 years older then me. We're playing hide and go seek and god dammit the keep making me it! I'm like 6 years old. They go off and hide in an old large clothes trunk. They are both stuffed in there and can barely get the thing closed. I know where they are hiding and promptly go up and lock the trunk. I don't even remember what I did to lock it. But they couldn't get it open and either could the baby sitter. They are going hysterical after a while and saying they could barely breath. Baby sitter eventually forced it open, but not before almost suffering a panic attack.
10points