Babysitting.

I cradled the phone on my shoulder, not really listening as my sister blabbered on about her day at work. I was playing jetman on facebook like I always do, every day at 3:01 pm. Today I feel like I'm going to beat my highscore. I make the necessary "mmmmmm's" and "wow's" to make her think I was intently listening when I was actually weaving in and out of blue blocks, which were apparently more important than the old woman who didn't tip my sister. "Oh, I wanted to ask you to do me a little favor." Great. I recounted the last little favor I did for her... A road trip to Raleigh to drop off a bunch of horse stuff. Some favor, more like a huge, unpaid, job. "What's that?" I asked. "Well I was wandering if you could babysit for me on Saturday." She replied. Jetman suddenly fell from his amazing manuevering. My highscore was not broken. "Babysit?" "Yeah, yeah, she pays like 9 bucks an hour plus tips." My sister told me. Babysit? Gross. $9 an hour to be snotted, colored, and pissed on. $9 an hour to be forced to look at child nudity. $9 an hour pretending to be in a damn fairy world and watch baby einstein 4 times in a row. And you have to put that fake smile on the whole time, the kind that makes your face sore for days. And you can't do anything stupid, you can't leave the little snot alone, you have to be the best babysitter they ever had, the funnest babysitter in the world... Because you must know, the boogers always report to Mother and Father everything that happened, properly exaggerated, of course. You will either be really great, or really awful. I saw candyland and an unfair game of tag looming in my future as I sat there holding my phone, jetman dead, speechless. The only thing good about this situation is money. Am I really that horrid of a person to only babysit a child out of my greediness? Yes, I'm sure I am. If only pipsqeak's mother knew. She would cancel her plans and tell me not to come because she was "sick". But she dosn't, and I accept.