I'm 20. I babysit four spoiled fucks under the age of ten who don't understand the word "no". Dad tells me to use "the belt" if they get out of hand.
And they do. But as much as I ache to snap the leather next to their faces to elicit terrified yelps, I don't. Instead I dig out spoonsful of frosting from a can Mom bought that afternoon.
Mom and Dad come home, and Mom discovers the almost-empty can. Dad slips the belt from the hook and chases the boys upstairs as they tearfully insist they didn't eat the frosting.
fresh-baked at 10:36 PMOr, you could always gift-wrap the scissors from the last post.
Offered by: Kyria on March 3, 2008 9:21 PMI still think Velcro walls and matching Velcro jammies are the right way to contain a yapping kid.
Offered by: KarenZipdrive on March 3, 2008 11:11 AMHahaha!
Offered by: Brad on March 3, 2008 12:44 AMROFL! JODI! You are soooo EVIL!
Should I share how evil my husband and I can get with punishments?
(Yes! You should!)
My daughters lost the privledge to go to the fair. Brian and I had my grouchy, evil muuuuther babysit while Brian and I went to the fair without them. We took TONS of pictures of our great time, riding rides, winning toys for each other, and eating cotton candy together. The punishment was complete when we uploaded the pics that night onto our home automation for the TV screen saver.
Offered by: jamied on March 2, 2008 11:30 PM
