my babysitter is more awesome than yours....

            Growing up we had many babysitters come and go at our house. Mostly because my siblings and I wrecked havoc on them as soon as my parents were gone long enough that turning around was not an option....

              The first babysitter that I can remember that came back more than once, ended up being tied up in my living room floor after me and my sister had attacked her. We called our mother to let her know what we had done. She told us to untie the babysitter and we wouldn't. She couldn't leave work so the babysitter stayed tied up pretty much all day.


                The next babysitter only came once and we locked her out of the house. She cried. We laughed. Mom was not happy. The next babysitter that came along tried to keep us under control. It failed. I locked her keys in her car after I turned the head lights on so her battery was drained. I also believe that we chased her with the paddle until she locked herself in the bathroom.
               
                  My mom always tells us that when she called people to babysit it was like Denis the Menace. She could usually only get out the words, "Hi, this is Darla." Then she got hungup on. Until she found a girl that was crazier than all four of us put together. Her name was Leann and we had definitely met our match. She came back not once but EVERY TIME my mom called her. We tried our shenanigans and she would pull one on us twice as bad. Needless to say, we were stumped. So we decided that maybe if we joined forces with her it would be more fun. And we were right. I absolutely loved when my parents had to be gone because I wanted to hang out with my babysitter. I actually think that sometimes we did just hang out with her because she was that awesome.

             Some of my favorite memories with her would include the summer trip we took to Louisiana. Our parents left us at the hotel with her all day. We took advantage of the pool but not sunscreen. I don't think I have ever been more sun burnt in my life. I also loved when she would babysit us at her house. There was a bowl of jolly rancher that I am pretty sure we could have and it didn't matter but we turned it into a secret mission to get them without being seen. She saw us every time. That is why none of my siblings are secret agents and why my babysitter is more awesome than yours.