smarti

November 8, 2009

I don't know, Just I think she should stand up for her babies after witnessing it all on the phone....Maybe punish her for a day?? And Not let her baby sit again? IDK though.

It was a bright day in April, which turned out to be a bit different from our normal routine. I thought something was up when Nikki refused to get out of the cot. Marvin was unusually subdued too; I checked his nappy, soaked as usual, but he wasn’t complaining, so I put him on the floor and made for Nikki.

“Now come on Nikki,” I said, “Mummy has to go out today.” Nikki just pouted.

“No wanna.”

“Nikki!” I had to lift her physically and carry her to the change table, where I checked her nappy, which was both soiled and wet heavily.

“Oh Nikki, why didn’t you tell Mummy?” Nikki just looked away sullenly and sat there as I changed her, barely cooperating as I took off her plastic pants and the dirty nappy, forcing me to pick up her bottom to wipe her as well as when I put the new nappy under her. “Are you alright, Nikki?” I asked, but she just sighed.

I didn’t have much time to think about it, as I had an appointment with the doctor that day. I put Nikki on the floor and brought Marvin to the change table. He was still quiet, but let me change him quickly, and he seemed happy to get in a clean nappy. Still in a hurry, I left him sitting on the change table, made two bottles of formula and left them on the kitchen counter.

“Madge will babysit you today,” I said as I lifted Nikki into the high chair and tied on her bib. She was usually fed first. I got the divided baby-plate and emptied the jar of pureed meat and vegetables into it. I know it wasn’t her favourite, but I wasn’t prepared for her reaction that morning. She just refused to open her mouth at all.

“Nikki!” I said in my sternest voice, “Now, be a good girl. Mummy’s in a hurry.” I puckered her mouth and pushed a spoon in, but she just spat it out, making a mess all over her face and bib. I stood there deciding what to do. Then the doorbell rang. “That must be Madge,” I said, leaving the kitchen door open as I went to the door to answer it.

I opened the door, but I was taken aback when I saw that it was not Madge, but a pretty blonde teenage girl in school uniform. “I’m Chrissy,” she announced. “Mum couldn’t make it, and school is closed today from swine flu. She said you needed a babysitter.”

“How old are you, Chrissy?” I asked, looking at her school blazer, blouse and tie, and pleated skirt.

“I had my 18th birthday last week,” she replied. “I’m in the upper sixth form.” I looked at my watch, and I decided she would just have to do.

“Come in then, Chrissy.” I took her blazer and hung it up in the hall. “I don’t know what your Mum has told you about my babies.” Chrissy had already spotted Nikki through the open kitchen door, stuck in the high chair and with food all over her face and bib. Chrissy giggled. Nikki eyed her with embarrassment.

“This is Nikki, and that’s Marvin,” I said as I pointed. “Now I must dash, see you all this afternoon.” Marvin waved, Nikki stared. “Bye,” said Chrissy, as I rapidly put on my coat and went out of the door. I had rigged the cams to feed into my mobile phone so I could check on what was happening, and I’m glad I did, I was transfixed as I watched it on the bus and in the doctor’s waiting room.

Chrissy looked at the two big babies, all the furniture and the other baby paraphernalia, and burst out laughing. “What a hoot!” she cried. “Oooh, Nikki’s all messy.” She found a cloth and wiped Nikki’s face, roughly, as Nikki flushed with shame. “Baby made a messy,” she said, and giggled. “You are the same age as my big sister at university! You should be out of nappies by now!”

“And you!” she said, turning to Marvin. “You’re old enough to be my Dad! Fancy you being in pink baby girl stuff! Have you wet your nappy?!”

“Just changed,” Marvin managed to get out stiffly, acutely conscious of his short pink nightie with puffy sleeves hardly covering his thick nappy. “Ohhh, adorable!” said Chrissy. “You can be my little Boo-boo. Come here Boo-boo.” Marvin reluctantly got up and walked towards Chrissy. “Sit down here, Boo-boo.” She giggled. Marvin sat down on the floor, terrified of the power the young girl had over him.

Chrissy turned to Nikki, and noticed the plate of food on the high chair. “Nikki’s din-dins. You want to grow up to be a big girl!” She giggled again, and took a spoon to feed Nikki. Nikki shook her head. Chrissy slapped her sharply on the thigh. “Naughty girl!” I’d never hit Nikki before and Nikki was shocked, her mouth open. Chrissy seized the opportunity and got almost all the food in her mouth. “There you go!” she cried triumphantly as Nikki swallowed.

Chrissy took the plate away and let Nikki sit down beside Marvin. “Baby play with rattle, “ she said, handing one to Nikki. Nikki threw the rattle at Marvin and it bounced off his head,.

“Ow!” said Marvin, as he rubbed the bruise.

“Nikki!” gasped Chrissy. “Naughty baby!” She slapped Nikki twice on the back of the thigh below her nappy. Nikki had no reaction but to cry. “Into the playpen with you!” and she bundled Nikki into the playpen, which was five feet high and un-escapable.

“I think I’ve got to split you two up,” said Chrissy. She picked up a blanket and a doll. “Come with me Boo-boo, we’ll let you play in the garden.” She spotted the bottles on the counter. “That must be one each,” she reasoned aloud, and picked one up. “One for Boo-boo and one for Nikki.”

She led Marvin by the hand out of the back door, and I could just see her putting out the blanket on the grass, and giving Marvin his doll and bottle. “Now play with these, Boo-boo,” she said, and came back in, locking the door. Marvin had to sit there in his baby clothes, playing with the doll, while the neighbours watched.

Inside, Chrissy took the other bottle and got in the playpen with Nikki. “Now drinkies, Nikki.”

“Noooo,” said Nikki.

“Yeeesss!” said Chrissy. She held Nikki and forced the teat into her mouth. Nikki squirmed, and Chrissy slapped her again. “Nikki’s got to grow up into a big girl!” said Chrissy again, as she held the bottle tightly and Nikki drank in sobbing breaths, with pauses for air.

Chrissy left Nikki, sobbing and worn out, in the playpen for a while and watched television. A nappy commercial came on. “Hmmm,” said Chrissy, “How’s your nappy, Nikki?” Nikki was silent, but the milk had surely had its effect. Chrissy had to come in the playpen again and check Nikki, putting her finger inside a leg hole of the plastic pants and withdrawing it moist. “You’ve wet your nappy, Nikki,” she said sternly. “I’m going to have to change you.” She dragged Nikki out of the playpen and laid her out on the carpet. Chrissy pulled off Nikki’s plastic pants and unpinned her terry nappy, pulled it off and applied powder.

When Chrissy came back with a fresh nappy, and tried to put it under Nikki, Nikki squirmed and stuck out her tongue. “Nikki!” said Chrissy, and administered a slap. But Nikki continued squirming, so Chrissy slapped Nikki again, five times. “Nikki! You naughty girl!” But Nikki wouldn’t stop squirming. Eventually Chrissy managed to pin the nappy on her in makeshift fashion, and pulled on the plastic pants. “Naughty, naughty Nikki!” said Chrissy, taking Nikki over her knees and gave her ten smacks. Nikki howled.

“Its bed for you now,” said Chrissy, suddenly tired.

“Nooooo!” said Nikki. Chrissy didn’t answer, manhandling Nikki into the cot and doing up the side. Nikki bounced around. Chrissy pulled down the side, slapped Nikki a few more times and then tied her feet to the cot bars with cloth cords. “Nigh nigh, Nikki,” said Chrissy, as she closed the bedroom door and the afternoon became old.

Chrissy suddenly remembered about Marvin. “Ohh my poor little Boo-boo!” She ran out of the back door into the garden and brought a grateful Marvin, with empty bottle and dolly, back inside. She checked his nappy, quickly recoiled and wrinkled her nose. “Oooh. Boo-boo done a poo poo?” Marvin looked around embarrassed. “Hmmmm,” said Chrissy, “Boy poo poo, I think that’s a job for your mummy. Anyway, come here and play with your dolly.” And Marvin dutifully played as Chrissy cooed over him, “Boo-boo babykins play with dolly wolly…”

I lost my reception then, but it wasn’t long before I arrived home, to see my babies both sleeping peacefully in the cot and Chrissy watching television again, a picture of the good babysitter. I said, “Have they been good?” to which Chrissy said, “Oh yes, very good. I really enjoyed it!”

I had to bite my tongue at that, seeing all the pain and humiliation she had handed out to my poor babies, even if they had enjoyed it in parts.

“Well thank you.” I paid her babysitting fee (she said, “fifty pounds for very young babies”) and she left. I stayed up for a while thinking about to do.

A few days later, I had got them both changed and fed one morning, happily with a minimum of fuss. It appeared the sitter had made them realise how much better Mummy was. I said, “I have some news. The Easter holidays are coming up and Chrissy will be free to come and babysit you again. How would you like that?"

"No," said Marvin and Nikki together. "She's mean," said Nikki.

"But this time, I will come back a bit early," I said. Maybe we can give her a taste of her own medicine."

Marvin and Nikki giggled. "That sounds like fun!" said Marvin.

So the stage was set for a return visit.

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