A Beginners Guide To Babysitting
A Beginners Guide To Babysitting
Hi! It's Zack again. After our little trip back in history, I'm really happy to back to the world of central heating, electricity and real food. About my fortune, I watched the Titanic movie version. I hope my cookie and The God of fortune is satisfied. Because I really don't wanna be on a sinking ship. But this story isn't about me. Oh no. Me and Max are not gonna tell stories about ourselves. It's about Max. She had to watch Leo and Alexandra while Mr and Mrs Lavigne went out for the day.
"Max, we're leaving now. Leo and Alexandra haven't woken up yet. Once they do, you have to give them breakfast. The rest of the day is up to you. We'll be home by dinner." With these words, the front door slammed shut.
The next second, I was officially invited to the Lavigne household. "All right I've got 'Twilight', 'Instant Family', and 'Romeo and Juliet'. What do we start with," I said. "I guess 'Instant Family. I'll go make the popcorn. Leo and Alexandra won't be up for at least another hour."
After ten minutes of setting everything up, we finally started the movie. But something beat our speakers to the noise. Alexandra crying. Apparently, today was the day they decided to start waking up early. So now we had the breakfast issue on our hands. "Well, it was fun hanging with you, I should go. See ya later Max," I tried to run out the front door. "Oh no, you don't. You're gonna help me get through the day." Well, I tried.
"Ok, breakfast is usually applesauce." "Fine. I'll get the blender and the apples." I got three apples out and began to cut them. Then I got the blender and tossed them in. After that, I had a very weird-looking thing in my hands. Well, all over the kitchen, to be precise. I forgot the lid. In all this, Max was calmly watching me. After I was done, she went to the fridge, got single-serve applesauce cups out, and brought Leo and Alexandra down to the table. She fed them, and then made me scrub the kitchen. Her maternal instincts are beyond aspiration. She's scarier than my mom!
Next up were showers. And seriously, which person in their right mind showers will all hot water? Ugh, kids these days! We filled up the tub and put them in. Leo began to splash the water. It fell on me. It was sheer agony. Now I know why Max found it sane to keep me with her all day.
After we treated my burns (nothing serious thankfully) Max took them out into the garden. I refused to set foot outside. There were rose bushes with thorns and a super thick hedge. They could hurt someone! But still, I was getting bored. And if I started watching TV without Max, I'd be spending the rest of the day explaining the entire show to her. So, dressed in baseball padding, I stepped outside.
The absolute second Max saw my outfit, she yelled out, "New game! Baseball." Oh, no. Leo, Alexandra, a bat, and a ball= someone could get hurt. Max got out a bat and gave it to Leo. Then she proceeded to pitch the ball. Leo hit it alright. He hit it so good, it took the bat flying up with it. And it broke a window. That reminds me, I now owe Mrs Ferguson five dollars for the repair of her window.
We found it safe to go inside now, and make lunch. The only problem was, what? Leo wanted hot dogs, Alexandra wanted corn on the cob. I suggested a compromise- corn dogs. And got rejected. In the end, Max agreed to give them both a hot dog, and half of the corn. Once that was done, we began to look for something for ourselves. Well, Max did. I just ordered chicken wings and a large pizza.
We attempted to start our movie again. This time, our interruption was Max's mom. Apparently, the place they intended to go to was closed. So they were coming home and would be back in an hour. So we had to clean up the lawn, dry the bathroom, get the apple puree out of the kitchen, and clean up the stuff for the movie we never got to watch.
Max took the kitchen. She pulled out a vacuum cleaner. And to think she made me use a toothbrush! I got the toys from the lawn and dried the bathroom. We finished without a minute to spare. The second we sat down to eat, Max's parents pulled into the driveway. Well, today just wasn't our day. Bye!