For Better or For Worse by Lynn Johnston for February 27, 2018

Poor Christopher! He doesn’t seem to know that the phrase “GIMME!!” is what you say when you are trying to take something away from someone else and not what you say when you are trying to keep someone from taking something away from you. This is what comes from stuffing your face with junk right before bedtime — a loss of proper language skills.

Well, this is nice male bonding.

It’s called Stockholm Syndrome. I guess at this point DNTME is right. But for gosh sakes, Mike, don’t ever agree to babysit them again!

If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em! ;-D

Mike may as well get a snack out of the whole ordeal!

You get what you pay for. And Mike was drafted for free as far as I can tell.

It is understandable why Michael does not believe them at first. Besides, wouldn’t pop and chips keep you awake?

We haven’t seen the end of this yet. When the parents get home, who do you think they’ll side with?

Those boys need their britches dusted!

The inmates are now running the asylum.

Mike is doing this perfectly. They will never ask him to babysit again.

At least the baby hasn’t added to Mike’s troubles.

My babysitting strategy; At bedtime, I had the kids get in their jammies while I pulled open the sleeper sofa in front of the TV. A pile of blankets and pillows on the floor worked just as well. Then they all piled in and could stay up and watch TV with me (I was in the armchair right next to the sofa) for as long as they wanted, as long as they stayed in the “nest”. At any time, if they wanted to grab their pillow and climb into their own bed they were welcome to do so. If they were still awake when their parents got home, they had to lie down and pretend to be sleeping…this was our big “secret” and they thought they were getting away with something fun, but in reality they usually conked out LONG before then! They loved being allowed to “stay up” with me, and I could keep watch over them the whole time. This was always with the parent’s knowledge and permission, of course, but the kids didn’t know that…they thought we were putting one over on ol’ Mom & Dad, and they loved it!

A situation this dire needs Rosalyn from Calvin and Hobbes.

And who is the “prisoner” in this story?

What kid hasn’t ever told his babysitter that “mom and dad let me do…whatever”? I know I did, and so did the kids I sat for.