Here we go again! 100 word story based on the prompt:
The devil’s name was Fred. Oh, I know his mother thought he was the best thing since jazzercise. But I knew the truth.
I showed up to babysit and took a deep, cleansing breath. Janice was rushing out the door and cooing over the four-year-old in question. Fred looked up at me with a smirk and I could see the gears turning in his head.
“Be a good boy for Mommy,” Janice called out as she left for her manicure. Fred still just grinned.
I knew he already had the box of grasshoppers prepared to throw in my hair.



Ack! He reminds me of Dennis the Menace except worse. I feel sorry for the babysitter! Funny though. Loved it! 🙂
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A babysitter’s nightmare 🙂 Good work!
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I loved the jazzercise line. 🙂
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