Babysitting

So, the one thing that may be worse than my job at Panera is babysitting my little cousins, Lauren and Christopher. Lauren is very well-behaved, but Chris is not. I would like to share a story with you of his abuse:

A couple years ago at my family's Easter get-together, I was sitting in my aunt's living room minding my own business when Chris decided to come in and bother me. However, this particular instance proved to be more unpleasant than the usual harassment I've grown accustomed to. He had this big long toy snake filled with these bean things (like the stuff they fill the beanie babies with?), and I guess he thought it would be fun to hit me in the face with it. After a few hits one of his friends was like "hey! let me have a whack!" and then THAT little devil started hitting me in the face, too! Anyway, I was very confused as to what I ever did to deserve such treatment, and I hastily retreated to one of the upstairs bedrooms to escape the whacking. But, the malevolent little tykes all ran up after me and started chucking hot wheels cars at me. I finally got away from them when I ran into the bathroom and locked myself in. I had to stay there for the majority of the remainder of the evening. I would have loved to retaliate, but it seems like every time I do I get yelled at by my aunt because he's younger than I am. He may be younger, but he still knows how to do horrible things to me with a bean filled snake. She thinks he's a precious gift from above, but I know that he is evil.

Anyway, I only bring this up because I am babysitting at this very moment. Fortunately, Chris is watching a show right now, so I have a moment of peace. If I survive the rest of the day, I'm going to go to Angie's going away party tonight. I hope she'll come back from Korea to visit.