My Sister Expected Me to Babysit Her Kids on a 10-Hour Flight — Her Face at Boarding Was Priceless
My Sister Expected Me to Babysit Her Kids on a 10-Hour Flight — Her Face at Boarding Was Priceless I’ve changed diapers during long road trips, quieted tantrums at weddings, and played emergency babysitter more times than I can count. But at 30,000 feet above the ground, I finally hit my limit. My sister, who practically lives for drama, outdid herself at the boarding gate of our flight to Rome. It all began a week before our trip with a phone call that didn’t start with “hi” or “how are you?” No — she jumped straight to business:“Hey, just so you know — you’ll be watching the kids on the flight.” I almost dropped my phone.“Wait… what?”She huffed, pushing her point like she always does:“Come on, I can’t handle them for 10 hours by myself. You’ve got no one — it’s basically your job. I need real time with James. This trip matters to me.” And she didn’t even wait for an answer. That’s my sister in a nutshell — a single mom, freshly divorced, glued to her new boyfriend like he’s her personal lifeline, and somehow always the main character, even when she’s dragging the rest of us along. …
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