This page came to be when I was babysitting Joey and he was walking around with this Sunkist case over his head, knocking into everything...Just picture it...I dealt with it for awhile until he was knocking over Mom's little china thingies. When I finally caught him and everything, I noticed something funny. His head was STUCK in it. That is hard to comprehend, but trust me, his head was stuck. I finally got him cut out of the container. Which led me to the thougth of making this page. So here goes some weird babysitting tales.....

The first story belongs to Alicia, my friend. Anyway, she was babysitting this little boy named Jacob. He had this really nice Persian cat and he enjoyed terrorizing it. She figured that it wasn't any harm, since the cat was well-tempered and could deal with anything after living with this little boy. So Alicia let him run around the house for awhile...Then she heard this timid, "Alicia? I'm...stuck." "Stuck?" thought Alicia. She followd his whimpering to the front door. All she could see was part of Jacob; halfway through the door...He'd followed the cat through the CAT DOOR...and he was indeed stuck. So she opened the door halfway and set about getting his body dislodged from the door. It took her two hours and about a pound of butter to free him. Another time when Alicia was sitting Jacob, he had this craze over dogs. Naturally, this happens to most boys. They want a dog. But with Jacob, this want took a step further: Jacob wanted to BE a dog...He insisted on crawling around and barking and sniffing and even wanted to eat under the dinner table out of a dog's bowl. And he wanted to eat dog food. Alicia wouldn't let him, naturally, and he had a FIT. But after Jacob had a near "accident" with the huge Dalmation down the street when they were taking a "walk," he quit. Also, the fact that dogs couldn't have sweets was a BIG part in ending his phase. Now onto my experiences of this past week. I've watched Joey this whole week, and he's given me enought stories to last a lifetime. On Monday, there was the flooding of the bathroom when he had to take a bath....He'd drawn his water and then realized "Johnny Quest" was on. I, of course, was cleaning in the other side of the house, and I figured that my little angel Joey was taking a bath. I'll just tell you that "Johnny Quest" was well over when Joey realized what he'd done...That took a hour and a half to clean. Now to the bubble story of Tuesday afternoon. He'd found these bubbles and I was overjoyed he'd found something to do. He and I happily blew bubbles around the yard for awhile. We finally came in when I had to go to the bathroom. When I came down the stairs, I noticed that the kitchen floor had an odd look to it, and Joey was no where in sight. I entered the kitchen wearily and immediately fell to the floor. The floor was covered in bubble soap. I finally located Joey under his bed, hiding from me. I told him to start cleaning while I got the mop. You'd think that would be it to the story, but when I came back, the bubble solution had turned to this mass of bubbles. Joey had taken the liberty to dump bucketfuls of water to the floor. Just imagine the mess. You'd think that would be enough for one week, but today Joey topped it. Not an accident, no, but just disobedience. In short, he locked me out of the house. For the whole afternoon. And when my mother came home [he's staying with us for the week] Billy took credit for all the babysitting. All of it. I give him the credit for watching him while I was at the store with Mom, though. And guess what. The week isn't over yet.....I can't wait to see how Joey finishes the week.