babysitting, brats, misbehavior, nightmare, terror

Nightmares in Babysitting

I’m staying at Carlton’s house this weekend. Not just me, but Zac and the kids, too. We are babysitting Jordan and Aidan, who are three and one.
I like to consider myself a patient person. I do the count-to-three thing when my kids push my buttons. Usually it works, but when it doesn’t, I leave the room to collect myself. My brother’s children wear my patience so thin, I could floss with it. Needless to say, I’ll never babysit these kids again.
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