
Suffering in the world of babysitting. Please send reinforcements.
I'm not a babysitter; I'm a professional caregiver.
I'm changing dirty diapers, cleaning up puke and getting paid minimum wage. Ah, the joys of babysitting.
I am being paid to be held hostage with a number a very short terrorists.
I get paid to sit in front of the TV. The only interference is that the little kids keep on bothering me.
I can't talk to you right now because little people are currently tying me to a chair.
I would chat but these kids keep wanting to play with me.
Searching for the kids that I'm supposed to be babysitting.
I'm at the zoo... I mean at my neighbors house babysitting.
I can't talk since I'm being sat on by my babysitter.
I am sitter with a baby. I guess that makes me a babysitter.
Getting paid to play with toys and act like a kid.