Brandon the Menace…Posted: February 26, 2012
This morning, Mea and her dad were watching Dennis the Menace. She thought it was hilarious.
It gave me flashbacks to a kid that I used to babysit.
There is a part in the movie when the parents split the address book apart, and both start calling for a sitter to watch Dennis. All the sitters hang up in horror when they are asked to watch him.
I am sure that the parents of Brandon, the kid I used to babysit, had the same exact reactions when trying to find a sitter for this kid.
I honestly don’t know how I ended up watching this kid. I think that another set of parents that I babysat for referred me to them. I did end up watching him several times.
Each time watching him got worse and worse.
I think he was about 6 or 7 when I was babysitting. This kid made Chucky look like an angel. He was always perfect when his parents were there. Then as soon as they pulled out of the driveway he would turn into evil Brandon. He would do every possible thing that they would have said not to do.
They had an oil burning space heater in their living room, this little bastard would always threaten to touch it. I finally told him to go ahead and do it if he wanted too, he didn’t, he was just being a little bastard.
Usually, the evenings weren’t so bad with him, and if I was lucky, I could get him to go to sleep pretty quickly.
Once they asked me to watch him during the day. It was summer. They had an in-ground pool. The parents did not want him swimming. They really didn’t want him in the backyard at all. Apparently the week before he had drowned their Shih-Tzu, Gizmo. They said it was an accident, but the parents found him in the pool with the poor dog. There was a new Gizmo by the time that I came to babysit. Same color dog, same name. Weird. I am actually pretty sure that this was the third Gizmo.
So we played some games, I made him lunch, I had put a movie on for him to watch.
Then he ran to the back door. Made a bee line for the pool. Then stopped, went over to the pool house, somehow climbed on top of it, and threatened to jump.
This kid was a jerk.
I was freaking out. I didn’t want him to fall. I didn’t want him jumping into the pool, since the parents had said they didn’t want him in the pool. I yelled at him for a while to get down. That didn’t work. So I picked up the phone, walked outside, pretended to call his mom to tell her what her darling Satan spawn was doing. I knew that I didn’t really need to call her. I knew that just the thought that I was calling her would get him down. It worked. I made him stay in his room the rest of the time that I was there.
This was the last time that I babysat for him. I don’t remember all the details, but my friend Holly would occasionally watch him as well. I had been called, and couldn’t watch him, and she watched him instead. I think, (and Holly, please correct me if I am wrong) that he pulled a steak knife on her, and locked her in the basement of the house.
Needless to say, she didn’t ever watch him again either.
After hearing what he had done to Holly, my Mom wouldn’t even consider letting me watch Brandon the Menace again.
I was thrilled. Except for the part about they always paid really well, I was glad to at least have an excuse not to watch him again.
Any horrible babysitting stories from you friends?