When I was between the ages of 5-11 I hated babysitters, not disliked, hated. I was a horror. I sent most of them home crying and often they would call my mom part way through the babysitting job, crying, of course. I did horrible things like poured dinner onto the floor because it was not cooked how I liked it, crawl out the window when sent to my room, yell at them, lock them out of the house/apartment...etc. So my parents and I were so glad when at 11 years old I took over the babysitting responsibilities at our house and everything was a little more peaceful. I pray all the time that I will not be punished for my behavior by having one like myself.
Does anyone else see how much Kevin looks like his Aunt Sarah in that pic? (of course the boy version)