The babysitter was exasperated, and she was only there for two and a half hours so far. The five year old kate was angelic, but the baby... oh that how that baby could scream. He would close his eyes and squish his face up, and open his mouth very wide, showing off his pink gums, and let out a blood curdling screech. Normally the babysitter was able to soothe babies with ease. She was one of the number one babysitter in the small suburban neighbrohood she lived in. She had left the baby alone so she could prepare dinner. She was making pasta and sauce for the meal.She was chopping up some peppers with a large kitchen knife at the counter. The baby let out another cry, this time louder than before. THe babysitter ground her teeth.
"PLEASE SHUT UP," she hollered, "Or i'll chop you up instead of the vegetables."
This wast the first time she had ever told a child to shut up, and she was immediatley consumed with guilt. She decided to give him a hug, but as she put down the knife, it cut part of her finger. It was a very light scratch, but she decided to clean it and bandage it up. When she was upstairs, she heard a very long, high pitched squeal. It sounded like it was in pain. She heard another horrible, slurping choke. She hurried down the stairs. What she saw was terrible. She backed up into the wall and collapsed. Kate smiled.
The baby lay on the floor, it's stomach slashed open, blood and its' intestines pouring out. The babies head was sliced clean off and lay a couple of feet away from the body
"i did just what you said!" she chirped and giggled.
Moral of the story? You should always watch what you say in front of children
