The Babysitter I: Reunion
He's sixteen. His parents go on summer vacation. Two weeks with a babysitter? Blegh! ...or is it?“But, Mooommm,” the way I stressed the last 'm', the tone came out a lot whinier than I had intended. “I don't need a babysitter. I'm sixteen!” We were standing in the doorway, my parents ready to leave. “Our point exactly,” she shot back routinely. Dad w...