Safe With The Babysitter

My husband and I were invited out one Saturday evening, so Jenna, our 15-year-old babysitter, came to our house to watch our small daughter. We went through everything Jenna needed to do, and I checked several times that she had my cell phone number so she could call if anything wasn’t clear.

The evening was great – good company and champagne – and my cell phone didn’t ring once. But if it had I wouldn’t have heard it. It was still on the table at home.

/Maria

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