When did you have to look after an absolute demon child?

I babysat all through junior high and high school to make my spending money.

The worst was a referral for the friends of a family that I babysat for all the time.

This new family had two twin boys who were eight and a little boy who was just starting her toilet training.

The kids were very nice during the introductions,

but it soon turned out they were hyper as heck as soon as their parents left. The boys

whooped and hollered and chased each other through the house. I convinced them to play

Legos or whatever in their room to keep them quiet because I had to deal with the little girl

who needed to potty. She kept trying to go number two in her little

training potty, but it wasn't happening. Then I heard the boys screaming at the top of their lungs,

so I left her on her potty to find out why the boys were freaking out. The boy's bedroom had two

single beds. Each boy was standing on his bed, peeing at the other one like they were having a

peepie jewel. They got urine everywhere, on the walls, the carpets, the sheets, and of course all over each

other.

So I was ticked off at these kids and told them to change their clothes and strip the sheets.

They just keep laughing at me and make me chase them around the house like it's a funny game

to be soaked in pee.

Meanwhile, the little girl, who wasn't wearing

any pants or undies, drags her potty into the kitchen, singing at the top of her lungs about

how she's pooped now and wants me to look. When one of the boys runs through the kitchen,

he accidentally overturns the potty and stuff gets all over the linoleum. As much as I wanted to cry

from utter frustration, I managed to hold my temper

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