Do you have a babysitting horror story?
April 27, 2023
At approximately the time this
column is uploaded to the syndicate
website, I will be attending
the funeral of my Aunt Jean.
I’m sure the eulogist will wax
eloquent about heaven, but I want
to nominate Aunt Jean to the
Babysitter Hall of Fame.
When I was six and my brother
Dwight was four, our parents
dumped … er, entrusted… us to
Aunt Jean while they attended a
social event at the local municipal
A boringly routine assignment,
except that as soon as our parents
drove away, Dwight developed
separation anxiety and wailed, “I
wanna go to the re’reation center!”...
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