"Joo-Eun! Come get me!" A extremely cute and annoying little girl around the age of four screamed at the top of her lungs with a bubbly little giggle.

A chubby little boy, one year younger than the other brat, with a funky bowl cut hair giggled alongside of her, as he held onto his teddy.

I glared down at both of them, trying to look stern and parent-like. 

And these, my friends, are the two boogers I babysit for. 

If you must know the names of these rugrats, they are Park Minwoo and Minji. Their parents always work late so my parents had the kooky idea of sending me and my sister next door to take care of them while the folks were slaving away for the man.

Since you know, we're all friendly neighbors and all that jazz and should help each other out. 

That Good Samaritan thing.

Bleh. Too bad I hate kids, my sister never lifts a manicured finger to help me out, I hate kids, I don't even get paid for this, I hate kids, I have no motherly inclinations whatsoever and just let them do whatever they want to do while I play away on their video game set, and did I mention I hate kids?

What's even better is that the little monsters aren't potty trained.

Oh joy.

I could feel my right eyebrow twitch in annoyance as I leaned over, panting in breath. "Why do you call Eunhye, unni, but never me?" I demanded, still gulping in some good old air.

Little Minji just grinned up at me, her small pigtails messy from all the tumbling and rolling she did just to avoid me.

Maybe it's the way these specific two know that I have the mind of a toddler as well that lets them treat me like I'm just another playmate instead of a bonafide, super cool, babysitter.

"Because you're just like one of us Joo-Eun!" she cheerily exclaimed.

See what I mean?

Grrr. This happens every night ever since I started babysitting her and her brother. You know how kids think it's so funny to annoy the fart out of people? Well yeah, same thing goes to Minji and Minwoo. They think it's a load of heckling and guffawing to watch little ol' me stumble over things and ram into random pieces of furniture whenever it's time to get them to go to sleep and I have to waddle after them.

I grit my teeth but tried to put on a sickeningly sweet smile. "Alright, my little munchkins. I'll let that slide so long as you change into your-"

"No way Jose!" she happily screamed again, grabbing her brother's hand and running through my legs and up the stairs.

Gahhh I hate babysitting! I glared over to the couch, where my sister was flipping through the channels on T.V., talking on her cell, filing her nails and studying her advanced calculus book at the same time.

Dang her and her multi-tasking. If she can do all those things at once, why could she never find the time to help me tame those little demons?! I always end up doing the dirty work. Grrrr.

"Why aren't you helping me?" I demanded, scrunching the Moana nightgown in one hand and choking the life out of the teddy bear foot pajamas in the other grubby paw of mine.

Eunhye shrugged her slim shoulders. "I made them dinner, sis. It's your turn." she pointedly replied, in between calls on her cell.

I felt my left eyebrow join my right one in the twitching as I tried to keep myself from strangling my sister and her elegant looking neck.

"Ordering them take out doesn't exactly constitute as making them dinner, sis." I retorted.

Eunhye raised one of her stupid perfectly arched eyebrows at me. "Hey, it was what they wanted." she said in her defense. "Plus, you weren't complaining when the pizza came Joo-Eun. You had three stuffed in your mouth and fighting over the pizza box with the kids even before I could pay the poor delivery guy." she pertly added.

Grrr. I hate it when she's right.

Finding absolutely nothing in my stupid brain to argue to her about, I simply glowered at her before stalking off towards the toddler's bedrooms.

“Kids, come here and wear your night clothes or I’m barbequing them and you wear paper bags instead!”

There were tiny, squishy toddler cheers in the distance and I just sighed as I ran up the stairs to their room.

I’m never having kids. Eff that.