One time, this one kid I baby sat kept farting and trying to make them loud. So I told him to sit on the coffee table when he farted because the wood surface and hollow support caseing would make the fart louder. Then, his younger brother and sister had to try it. I guess he told his parents this because I was never invited to sit again and my mom asked me about it since she was his teacher at school. What was I supposed to do. The kids loved it. I was the guy who let them fart on the coffee table.
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I was the 😈 babysitter.
I'd make them watch CSI with me, and the youngest would get frightened at dead bodies, anything at all really. Even when his brothers used to tie his Barbie Dolls to the fan. He'd cuddle into me and crap, and cover his eyes and whimper. So i'd just turn the volume up over his Whimpering....
Then i'd tuck them in, and tell them scary stories.... Next time i got asked to look after them, i was asked to never tell them another Scary Story, since the parents were tired of having to have all their three boys piled into their bed each night for about three weeks after i looked after 'em.
Yeah.
He's one of those...... " Can i do your hair ?? " And one time, we were cleaning the garage of all my old toys when i was a lil girly. And my father turned around to him and said.. " There's a few Barbies in there. "
The look on his face was Magic. Followed by the whole pulling ya arm as if ya just scored and a huge " YUSSSSS !!!!!!! "