Ducksitting

 Hey everyone, today I thought I would talk about --

"Quack quack quack! Excuse me, are you Ajdin?" a voice called out.

"Yes, I am," I replied. "May I help you?"

"My name is Ms. Quackers and my good friend Arthur Tibbs said that you are an excellent babysitter! Well, I was wondering if you would mind watching my little ones while I go to the store."

"He said that about me, huh..." I began to recall the last time I babysat.

"Yes, he says you are very patient," she said.

"Ah, well... I guess... yeah, sure. Why not?" I talked myself into saying yes.

"Terrific, thank you!" Ms. Quackers replied. "Time to get out, kiddos!"

I looked to her back where she had a convenient carry pouch for her ducklings.

"Oh, how cute! Yes, I can definitely handle one," I said.

"Well, I actually have more than one duckling," she said.

"Oh?"

POP!

A second duckling popped out.

"Oh, twins! Ok, well... I think I handle two. That's not that much harder than babysitting one, right? That's just a little more attention and care..."

POP!

A third duckling appeared.

"Triplets? Uh... wait a second..."

"Ms. Quackers, I've never babysat three babies before," I said. "I don't know if I can..."

Before I could finish my sentence, a fourth duckling appeared.

"I think you'll do a great job, Ajdin! See, they are already warming up to you," she said.

"But but but --" I stammered.

POP!

Finally, the 5th and last duckling popped out.

"Oh yes, they like you very much already! I'm sure you all will have a good time together. Thank you again for doing this, Ajdin. Now be good, kids. I'm off to the store..."

"Ms. Quackers, wait!" I called, but she was already gone.

The ducklings looked at me. I looked at them.

QUACK QUACK QUACK QUACK QUACK!

Help me, someone? Anyone?

Babysitting

Recently, Uncle Tibbs and I had the pleasure of babysitting.  It was my first time babysitting.

"Babies are fun to play with, Ajdin," he said, "but babysitting is also a beary tough job."

"Uncle Tibbs, I'm sure it can't be that difficult," I said.  "How hard can it be?"  I waved hello to the baby.

She immediately took an interest in me and picked me up.

I could tell she liked me beary much.

"Uncle Tibbs," I asked, "is this how you are supposed to babysit?"  She threw me around by the ear.

"You're doing great, Ajdin!" Uncle Tibbs cheered.  "Keep it up!"

And then she did some sort of wrestling move on me.  It was beary painful.

I noticed she had a beary strong grip.  A beary strong one indeed.

And finally she flipped me over again.

Then the baby became tired and went upstairs to take a nap.  I sighed in relief.

"So Ajdin," Uncle Tibbs asked, "how did you like babysitting?"

"You're right, Uncle Tibbs.  Babysitting is a beary tough job," I said.  "I think I've had enough babysitting for a while."