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the story. And to two more after that.
And that was Claudiaâs first Baby-sitters Club job (and the story of how she tamed the Feldmans).
Thursday, September 25
Yesterday I baby-sat for Kristyâs little brother, David Michael. Kristy told us to write in the Baby-sitters Club Notebook so we could keep track of any problems we had with Baby-sitters Club jobs, but taking care of David Michael was no trouble at all. He was very good. While Kristy was chasing around after those two elephants, Punky and Miffy, or whatever their names are, I was having a fine time with David Michael.
Ha! Stacey had a fine time at my house, all right, but she had it discovering Sam. Stacey is boy crazy and my brother is girl crazy. They were perfect for each other. Not that Stacey neglectedDavid Michael. But she did talk an awful lot about Sam after Wednesday. And Sam talked a lot about Stacey. Now, hereâs the interesting part:
Sam is in high school.
Heâs a freshman. And Stacey is only in seventh grade. Most high school boys wouldnât be caught dead with a lowly junior high girlâunless the girl was a knockout. So I figured that Staceyâs incredible hair and colorful clothes (and the fact that she came from New York City) made her pretty special.
Anyway, Stacey got to my house just as David Michael was coming home from school and about ten minutes before I dashed off to what turned out to be my dog-sitting job. I gave her a very fast introduction to our house (not knowing whether Sam or Charlie would be home soon).
âHereâs-the-kitchen-the-dishwasherâs-broken-David-Michael-can-have-a-snack-cookies-in-the-jar-nothing-after-four-thirty-heâs-allergic-to-chocolate-oh-hereâs-Louie-he-wonât-be-any-trouble-all-the-phone-numbers-are-on-the-bulletin-board-Momâsis-on-the-phone-you-know-where-Iâll-be-the-TV-is-in-the-playroom-David-Michael-likes-Candy-Land-itâs-in-the-cabinet-by-the-stereo-see-if-there-are-any-notes-from-his-teacher-in-his-lunch-box-any-questions?â
Stacey shook her head.
âOkay.â I knelt in front of David Michael. âThis is Stacey,â I told him. âSheâs my friend. Sheâs going to baby-sit for you today.â
David Michael nodded. Heâs used to baby-sitters.
âIâm going to be baby-sitting somewhere else, not far away. Iâll be back around five. Oh, Stacey, my big brothers are Charlie and Sam. Charlie is sixteen and Sam is fourteen. I donât know what theyâre doing this afternoon. They might be around, they might not. Have fun, you guys!â I ran out the front door.
Stacey said that she and David Michael sat right down at the kitchen table to have a snack. I hadnât been gone for more than five minutes when Sam showed up. He seemed to be angry about something. He was slamming his fist into a baseball glove. But he stopped short when he saw Stacey sitting in the kitchen. According to Sam, Stacey was a foxy chick. According to Stacey, Sam was a gorgeous hunk. When I heard that later, I thought about what they looked like and tried to figure out what they saw in each other. (I have
absolutely no interest
in boys, of course. Still, I realized that that kind of information might be useful some day.)
I remembered that Stacey was wearing a matching top and skirt made of gray sweatshirtmaterial with big yellow number tens all over it. Her hair was pinned back with clips shaped like rainbows. Little silver whistles were dangling from her ears. It was all very cool, but it seemed kind of young looking. And she was drinking a glass of milk.
I thought about Sam. Now, he
is
pretty good-looking, with dark curly hair and sparkly blue eyes and a few freckles, but he was wearing jeans so ratty heâd once promised Mom heâd throw them away (but then hadnât been able to go through with it), and a T-shirt that said: I KNOW YOU ARE, BUT WHAT AM I ? To top it off, he was mad.
So where did the foxy chick
And that was Claudiaâs first Baby-sitters Club job (and the story of how she tamed the Feldmans).
Thursday, September 25
Yesterday I baby-sat for Kristyâs little brother, David Michael. Kristy told us to write in the Baby-sitters Club Notebook so we could keep track of any problems we had with Baby-sitters Club jobs, but taking care of David Michael was no trouble at all. He was very good. While Kristy was chasing around after those two elephants, Punky and Miffy, or whatever their names are, I was having a fine time with David Michael.
Ha! Stacey had a fine time at my house, all right, but she had it discovering Sam. Stacey is boy crazy and my brother is girl crazy. They were perfect for each other. Not that Stacey neglectedDavid Michael. But she did talk an awful lot about Sam after Wednesday. And Sam talked a lot about Stacey. Now, hereâs the interesting part:
Sam is in high school.
Heâs a freshman. And Stacey is only in seventh grade. Most high school boys wouldnât be caught dead with a lowly junior high girlâunless the girl was a knockout. So I figured that Staceyâs incredible hair and colorful clothes (and the fact that she came from New York City) made her pretty special.
Anyway, Stacey got to my house just as David Michael was coming home from school and about ten minutes before I dashed off to what turned out to be my dog-sitting job. I gave her a very fast introduction to our house (not knowing whether Sam or Charlie would be home soon).
âHereâs-the-kitchen-the-dishwasherâs-broken-David-Michael-can-have-a-snack-cookies-in-the-jar-nothing-after-four-thirty-heâs-allergic-to-chocolate-oh-hereâs-Louie-he-wonât-be-any-trouble-all-the-phone-numbers-are-on-the-bulletin-board-Momâsis-on-the-phone-you-know-where-Iâll-be-the-TV-is-in-the-playroom-David-Michael-likes-Candy-Land-itâs-in-the-cabinet-by-the-stereo-see-if-there-are-any-notes-from-his-teacher-in-his-lunch-box-any-questions?â
Stacey shook her head.
âOkay.â I knelt in front of David Michael. âThis is Stacey,â I told him. âSheâs my friend. Sheâs going to baby-sit for you today.â
David Michael nodded. Heâs used to baby-sitters.
âIâm going to be baby-sitting somewhere else, not far away. Iâll be back around five. Oh, Stacey, my big brothers are Charlie and Sam. Charlie is sixteen and Sam is fourteen. I donât know what theyâre doing this afternoon. They might be around, they might not. Have fun, you guys!â I ran out the front door.
Stacey said that she and David Michael sat right down at the kitchen table to have a snack. I hadnât been gone for more than five minutes when Sam showed up. He seemed to be angry about something. He was slamming his fist into a baseball glove. But he stopped short when he saw Stacey sitting in the kitchen. According to Sam, Stacey was a foxy chick. According to Stacey, Sam was a gorgeous hunk. When I heard that later, I thought about what they looked like and tried to figure out what they saw in each other. (I have
absolutely no interest
in boys, of course. Still, I realized that that kind of information might be useful some day.)
I remembered that Stacey was wearing a matching top and skirt made of gray sweatshirtmaterial with big yellow number tens all over it. Her hair was pinned back with clips shaped like rainbows. Little silver whistles were dangling from her ears. It was all very cool, but it seemed kind of young looking. And she was drinking a glass of milk.
I thought about Sam. Now, he
is
pretty good-looking, with dark curly hair and sparkly blue eyes and a few freckles, but he was wearing jeans so ratty heâd once promised Mom heâd throw them away (but then hadnât been able to go through with it), and a T-shirt that said: I KNOW YOU ARE, BUT WHAT AM I ? To top it off, he was mad.
So where did the foxy chick
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