May Not Look

Telling me that I "may not look," is like begging me to peek. . .

The girls and I were talking in the car the other day. One of their friends babysat for a teacher and "discovered" a Halloween porn tape in the VCR. We briefly discussed how uncomfortable it was for the friend to now be around the teacher (yeah, I'll bet!) and then started talking about snooping through people's houses when you babysit for them. I had to admit that when I was a kid, I often would go through the parents' bedroom, hunting for anything that would tell me who these people were. I was fascinated by the finds, but it also made me a little squeamish when they came home. Did I really want to know that the Dad had piles of Hustlers next to the bed and the wife had some major lingerie? Yes and no.

Anyway. . . this was why I was often uncomfortable with babysitters when the girls were younger. Not because we had anything to hide, but just because I didn't like the idea of people going through my things.

I wonder how many other people snooped when they babysat?