The Babysitter

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"Mom, did you wash my favorite shirt yet? There's this party tonight and--," a teenaged boy with light blond hair turns to me and stares as though he's just seen a ghost. He gapes, scrunching his eyebrows together in confusion, as I play with Elena.

"Your mom isn't here right now; she went out," I respond before returning to playing Barbie's dreamhouse.

"And who are you?" he spits out with contempt.

I roll my eyes at this life sized Ken doll. I can already tell we're going to have issues if he continues to act like Paris Hilton with a penis. "I'm the babysitter."

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