Babysitting

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Once Lyle left it was just me and the kid. He looked at me and my stomach churned.

“I’m hungry.” He whined.

“Did Lyle not feed you?”

“He made me Mac and Cheese and then we played with Buttons.” he smiled.

“Okay good.”

“So can I have a cookie?”

“Sure kid if you can find one.” He jumped up and ran into the kitchen. I sat on the couch next to buttons and turned on the TV.

“Where are the cookies!” he shouted.

“I said if you could find it you could have it. If you can’t find them leave me alone.” I shouted back. I heard him move more things around.

“I can’t find it!”

“Then you can’t have a cookie.”

“Awe!” he cried. I rolled my eyes as I heard the pitter patter of his feet running back into the living room. “I’m bored.”

“Sounds like a you problem.” I mumbled.

“Play with me?”

“No.”

“Please!” I put the TV on mute and glared at the kid. I watched him crumble inside himself.

“Didn’t I just answer that question?” he looked at me with big doe eyes and nodded. “And what did I say?”

“No…”

“That’s right. So what do you think my answer is going to be the second time?”

“No…”

“You’re a smart kid.” I sneered at him and turned the TV back on. He sighed and climbed up on the couch next to me.

“Riwy.”

“What?”

“Is Tina my new mommy?”

“No.”

“Are you my new mommy?”

“No.” he was silent for a moment as he stared at his tiny hands.

“I want you to be my new mommy.” I groaned.

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