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To: Poet who wrote (2747)	10/15/2002 9:50:53 AM
From: Bald Eagle	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 7689

RE:I changed her again and realized I'd stuck her with the pin. I was completely horrified. They did have me come back and I learned some important lessons that day. But I still feel awful about it. Ahhh! Now, we know what your problem is :-)

To: Poet who wrote (2747)	10/15/2002 8:58:55 PM
From: E	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 7689

I remembered two more babysitting miseries. One was when I got to the house, a house I'd never visited before (though we knew the family from the neighborhood), and it turned out to be a Charles Addams sort of house and was FULL OF CATS. I'm afraid of cats. I think I didn't know it until that time, though. Can one develop an instant phobia? We're not talking two or three kitties. They were all over the place. Silent as anything. Creeping around, creeping, creeping. The worst was their sudden movements. They'd suddenly leap on your or near you. I was so terrified I could hardly move. I was in terror lest the child wake up and require me to move to another room where who knows what feline surprises would await me. Crying, I called up my mother. She walked over, and when they got home, there she was. I'm so grateful to Mama for that. The second Babysitting Misery, in this case just mortification, was one of the first times I'd babysat and I was excited about all the money I'd earn. I think it was a New Year's Eve, and one charged more. My sister came with me, and we'd figure out each hour or half hour how much I would be paid when the parents got home. We could hardly believe how lucky I was, all I had to do was read, the child never woke up, and here these people were going to give me more than a week's allowance. I think my sister may have been jealous, because when they came home, they asked me how much they owed me, and my sister announced the number, saying, "I know because she's been adding it up every half hour." Why that was so mortifying I don't know, but it was. Oh, one more babysitting story. A slightly different type, though they have in common my inadequacy as a babysitter. I was babysitting for a baby who was on the verge of becoming a toddler. The parents told me proudly how, though he was so young, he was trying to walk without holding on. So like an idiot, I spent the whole time trying to get the baby to walk to me across the carpet without holding on. And succeeded! I was so excited to have taught him to take his first independent step. When I told them of my success, they looked very strange. They seemed upset. I didn't understand their reaction until I went home and told Mama. That exhausts my Babysitting Free Associations. And not a minute too soon...zzzzzz