Childcare for Idiots, Thursday

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"Today we're gonna talk about a very important part of being a parent. Whether its via normal means like havin' a kid, or adopting, or ending up taking care of the messiah after an editorial decision kills off their entire town to make it more edgy... or the always nice 'I woke up with spawn and am pondering surgery to insure this never actually happens'," Deadpool said cheerfully. "Finding yourself a babysitter before you go insane."

Er. Insane-er.

"Now, with Jan here, this process involves Nate being all creepy big brother and possibly bugging people before trusting them with her."

A beat.

"Though his mom did watch her a lot. But that's only because she has those kooky godlike psycho-kinetic powers and a hunger for stars."

Thank you for that, Deadpool. Thank you.

"So I wanna see you brats break off into groups of two a decide what you need in a babysitter. Make sure to take into consideration your spawn's potential magic, mutations, and/or alien abilities. Because not even Mary freakin' Poppins wants to deal with that crap with no warning beforehand."

Comments

Re: Partner Off

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam got lost even before the terminology. "Someone made you look after seven kids?" She tilted her head. "You should have made them make stuff for you."

Because child labor was cheap and satisfying.

Re: Partner Off

[glacial_queen]

"My stupid future-selves who can't seem to keep their Darkness-bedamned legs closed," Karla growled. "And what could seven rambunctious kids make besides a giant mess?"

Re: Partner Off

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam pondered that. "T-shirts," she supposed. "I bet you could make 'em make t-shirts."