I was only gone for two hours — a quick errand run and a stop to grab my sister’s birthday gift. Kelsie, the babysitter, came highly recommended: a quiet college student studying early childhood education, CPR certified, responsible.
But when I walked through the door, I froze.
My toddler was sitting inside the dog’s crate. Locked in. And Kelsie? She didn’t even flinch. Just sat on the couch scrolling her phone like it was completely normal.
I fired her on the spot.
Some things you never expect — and never forget.
