    The Babysitting Story

    Summary: This story begins on a Tuesday. I got a call from my friend
    and he wanted me to babysit for his two kids for two weeks. It was
    summertime and they weren’t in school. I agreed and told me to show up
    to his house on Friday morning at around 7:00. He lives 3.5 hours away
    so I would have to leave really early.

    So the week goes by quick and it’s Thursday evening and I am packing
    all my stuff that I need for long two weeks. He calls me and says that
    be sure to be here at 7:00 sharp. I said okay, so I went to bed at 8:30
    and I had to be up at 2:00 in the morning. My buzzer went off and I
    left at 3:00. I stopped to get something to eat and arrived at his
    house at 6:30. His kids were not up yet and he was getting ready. His
    kids woke up and I went into to wake them up and his two sons were in a
    crib. I asked my friend why they were in a crib and he said, “They love
    me treating them like a baby.”

    I said, “They are 4 and 5 years old.”

    He said, “I know, and I have tried everything.”

    I said, “Okay, whatever.”

    I got them out and one of them had poopy pants and I took him over to
    the changing table and laid him down and took off his pants and
    untapped the diaper and it just stunk really bad. I grabbed the wipes
    and wiped up his bottom and threw the diaper away in the Diaper Genie.
    I grabbed another diaper-- I think it was Pampers size 6. These kids
    are small for their age. I grabbed his feet and thrust them in the air
    and put the diaper underneath his bottom and brought his feet down and
    taped up the diaper and put his pants back on. My friend's cab showed
    up and he got all his stuff and kissed his kids goodbye and he left.
    His kids love it when I come over.

    So I asked them if they were hungry and they said yes, they are. I go
    to the refrigerator and there was a note of what he usually gives his
    kids for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I put both of them in their high
    chairs and gave them some cereal and they ate it and started warming up
    their bottles. I took them out of the high chair and fed them like they
    were infants and burped them. I took them upstairs and gave them a bath
    and asked them what they want to do today. They said, “whatever.”

    The phone rings and it’s one of mine and John's friends (who is the
    kids’ dad that I am watching) and he asks why I answered the phone and
    I tell him John is out of town for a business meeting and will be gone
    for two weeks. He said he needs me to watch his kid, who is the same
    age as Connor, who is 4. I said, “fine.”

    He brings his son over and tells me he will need to watch him overnight
    and I said, “I thought only for a little while,” and he said he has to
    work and do two shifts. I said, “fine.” So now I have three kids to
    watch.

    Me and all the kids are watching TV when Ryan tells me he needs his
    diaper changed. I said, “Hey, Henry, will you go upstairs and grab the
    changing pad, a diaper, baby wipes, and powder?”

    He went upstairs and got it and when he came back down I noticed his
    pants were wet and I asked why he peed his pants. He said, “I didn't
    mean to.”

    I said, “It’s all right here. When I am finished with Ryan I will help
    you change out those pants.”

    I finished with Ryan and told Henry to lie down on the changing pad. He
    asked why and I told him, “I will have to diaper you to make sure it
    doesn't happen again,” and he agrees and I take off his pants and go
    put them in the dryer. I go upstairs and grab the diaper supplies and I
    leave naked to where Connor and Ryan can see his pee pee. I came back
    downstairs with one of Connor pants and onesies because he is the same
    size as Connor. I clean him up and grab his feet and thrust them in the
    air and put the diaper on him and then put some dry clothes on him.

    To be continued...

    Chapter 2- The Scariest Day of my Life.

    I am looking for someone to be my mother or father.