- Oh my God, this like demon monster child.
What did I get myself into?
(upbeat music)
- I used to babysit a lot in high school
to earn some extra money, and over the summers.
But, this was my very first job in college,
it was my very first time babysitting
for one of my professor's kids.
And, he had three kids.
It was two older girls, they were in like
first grade and third grade.
And then, one baby, who was around 12 months old.
And, they were super sweet kids,
and I could tell it was gonna be
like a pretty good night, they were fun and well behaved.
So, the parents left, and the kids had a couple bedrooms,
so we were playing in the bedrooms.
And then, all of sudden, I swear it happened
in like half of a second, the baby somehow
ended up in his room by himself.
He shut the door, and pushed in the lock.
So, I was freaking out, internally,
'cause I didn't wanna scare the kids.
'Cause he was obviously a baby, you can't leave them alone.
Me and the two girls were talking
to the baby through the door.
We were trying to tell him how to open the door,
but, of course, he didn't understand.
So, while the baby was locked in the room,
I thought a lot about whether or not
I should call the parents, whether or not
I should even call the police or something.
But, the baby was fine, he wasn't freaking out.
And, I felt like he was safe.
And, I really didn't wanna bother the parents,
like they got a babysitter for a reason,
and they want like a night out.
And so, I'm like looking all around the house
for the key, I'm like looking for stuff to
try to pick this lock, I'm asking the two other kids
if they know how to open the door.
Of course they don't.
They are convinced that he's gonna
like starve alone in this bedroom.
But, they like run to get Cheerios,
and they're like sliding them underneath the door.
It feels like it's been a long time,
but it's probably only been like a couple minutes.
While they were pushing Cheerios under the door
I was thinking, oh my God, he could choke on this,
and I couldn't get to him in time.
And, even if I called the police
they still wouldn't be able to get here in time.
So, I was freaking out, like just picturing
like the worse case scenario.
Even though it was his room,
it was baby-proofed, the windows were locked,
he's 12 months old he can't open a window.
But, I was just like thinking of all these
like crazy scenarios that he could get himself into
while he was alone.
Eventually I found a key somehow,
and I unlocked the door, he was fine,
all the kids were fine.
And, the night went on, kids went to bed great.
So, this whole ordeal felt like it lasted for hours,
but honestly, the baby was probably only in the room
for maybe 10 minutes, and it was totally fine in the end.
Then the parents were coming home,
and I was super, super nervous.
I didn't know whether I should tell them
what happened or not because, like the baby was fine.
Like, I could just not tell them
and then it wouldn't even matter.
But, I decided to be honest,
so I told them what happened.
They were just like, oh yeah,
he's learned how to do that recently.
It's been happening a lot.
And, I was like, okay, like thanks for letting me know.
Thanks for telling me where the key was.
Thanks for explaining how to get him outta the room.
But, anyway, it was all fine.
However, they never asked me to babysit again.
So, that was the end of that job.
- For my first babysitting job, I was 14 years old.
And, I was babysitting for a neighbor
around the corner, for two little boys.
Vinnie who was six, and Mark who was nine.
And, it's supposed to be just like a
simple like, let's try you out
while I go to work not far away.
So, it wasn't like any kind of like overnight thing.
So, I anticipated it being kind of light,
like a few hours, slice up some apples,
you know, hang out, play kick some ball in the backyard.
What ended up happening is the mother told me
that the nine year old, Mark, in fact was
kind of pissed because she told him
that he could not go to a friends house,
he had to stay home while I watched them,
when she went to work.
And, he was not happy that she told him no.
And so, she informed me, hey,
FYI, Mark might have a bad attitude
because he wants to go to his friend Tyler's house.
You just tell him no, he's not allowed to go,
he has to stay here with you.
I was like, you got it.
And so, when I was like, hey kids,
let's like, what do you wanna do?
You wanna play some games, you wanna color,
you wanna like watch a movie?
Mark was like, I'm going to Tyler's house,
I don't (bleeping) care.
This kid spoke like that.
And, I was like, no you're not, no you're not.
You're not leaving.
And then, he proceeded to storm into the kitchen,
opened a drawer, pulled out a huge knife,
and replied to me, what're you
gonna do about it ya (bleeping)?
To 14 year old me.
And so, I was like, whoa.
I didn't know this friend hang was so serious.
Of course, I'm terrified, and shocked, and insulted.
He's holding the knife, and he's all red-faced.
And, I was like, okay, just like calm down,
this is not a big deal.
He was like, don't tell me what to do.
Because I was a new babysitter,
so he's like who is this (bleeping).
Like, you know, it's like he doesn't know me,
his mom put me in charge, his character of being so enraged
was like, I wanna do this thing
and she's telling me I can't, but who is she.
And so, I'm terrified because he has this
very real sharp knife like 20 feet away from me.
And, his little brother, his six year old brother,
is just in the other room kind of watching all this happen.
And so, I was like timeout, just take a breather.
And, I called my mom, 'cause I didn't know what else to do.
It was my first babysitting job.
And, she was horrified because she trusted
that our neighbor, this mother, would be
putting her daughter into a safe situation,
watching her children.
When, in fact, that was not what happened.
My mom told me, I'm gonna call Mark's mother,
and you're gonna leave.
And, I was like, I can't leave these kids.
And, she's like, yes you can,
you are not safe there, you can walk home.
And so, she called Mark's mother,
who to an astonishing reply, was very casually said,
I was waiting for a day when he
would do something like this.
And, my mom was like, what the (bleeping)?
If you knew that, why would you let my daughter babysit?
And, she was like, oh, I don't know,
like not something like this, but just like
he's just, you know, he's got issues.
I left at like right before his mom
like pulled in the driveway.
So, I think he like kind of quarantined himself
in his bedroom, and like slammed the door,
and put on some kind of loud music or something.
My father was not pleased with this.
He went over to their house,
and basically threatened this young child,
which I don't think was a good idea.
And, said like, don't ever come near my daughter again,
and all this stuff.
And, this tough little kid was like,
I don't know, they exchanged words.
My father exchanged words with like a 10 year old.
Everything was fine, like my safety was fine,
their parents took care of them.
I later found out that Mark told his father,
who then broke the back window of my dad's car.
So, luckily everyone was okay.
But, it was really (bleeping) weird and scary.
And, never went back to that house ever again.
And, went on to babysit lovely children in the future.
And, drove by with caution, every time after.