"You're getting a babysitter tonight," Dad said.
"I don't need one.
I'm not a baby," I complained.
"Sorry, Bobby," Mom said.
"We can't leave you home alone at night."
"Fine," I grumbled.
"When will Carla get here?"
"Carla has a softball game tonight," Dad said.
"Mrs. Muller will babysit you instead."
"Oh no!" I thought. "She's scary!"
Mrs. Muller arrived.
"The first aid kit is in the closet," Mom said.
"There's a list of emergency phone numbers on the counter.
Bobby doesn't have any food allergies.
And his bedtime is at ten."
Mom and Dad left.
"Did you finish your homework?" Mrs. Muller asked.
"No. Tomorrow is Saturday," I said.
"No excuses," she said sternly. "Go get started."
A little while later I went into the kitchen.
"What's for dinner?" I asked.
"Turkey burgers!" she said.
"And I don't want to hear any complaints!"
After dinner I asked to watch TV.
"Sure," Mrs. Muller said.
"We'll watch my favorite show."
"It's probably something boring," I thought.
She flicked through the TV channels.
Then she stopped at channel ten.
Space Rangers was on.
I looked at her in surprise.
"This is your favorite show too?"
"Of course!" she said.
After the show Mrs. Muller pointed to my video games.
"Do you have Super Ninja?" she asked.
"Wow! You play video games?" I asked.
"I play them with my grandson," she said.
"And watch out. I usually win!"
Soon it was ten o'clock.
"Time flies," she said. "It's your bedtime."
I sighed.
"Hmm," Mrs. Muller said.
"I guess one more game wouldn't hurt."
"Can you be my babysitter next time?" I asked.
Mrs. Muller nodded, "Sure."
She even smiled at me.
Mrs. Muller wasn't scary after all.