To this point I have managed to avoid babysitting, despite Jeremy owning two pet girls, and my sisters popping out babies like a couple of gumball machines. The idea scares me, frankly.

“Here’s the most important thing in my life, it’s fragile and willingly attempts to break itself. Make sure nothing happens to it.”

I have yet to be asked to babysit, my friends and family have identified me, quite correctly, as unfit to keep a child alive for two or three hours. But if they did ask, I imagine me babysitting would go a little something like this:

Adventures in Babysitting Part I

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