How Not to Babysit Your Brother

How Not to Babysit Your Brother

Little Brothers Are Trouble Hi, my name is Will. I live with my parents, my grandma, my dog, Buster, and my little brother, Steve. Steve is trouble. He's loud, he's smelly, and he's always around. If you have a little brother, you know exactly what I mean. Last week, I found out just how much trouble he could be. That's when I learned how NOT to babysit my brother.

It all started when Mom went shopping. Dad was out playing golf. I was playing my new video game, Cowboy Stampede. I was about to reach Level 5. Usually my cowboy got trampled on Level 3. “ Bye, Mom, " I said. “ Bye, Mom! ” Steve sang out. He likes to copy everything I do. “ We'll be fine, ” Grandma told Mom. “ Don't worry. ”

After Mom left, I went back to my game. Suddenly I felt a tug on my arm. “ Can I play?” It was Steve, of course. “ Go away, " I said. But it was too late. The cow trampled my cowboy. Two words came on the screen: GAME OVER. “ Look what you did, twerp-head! ” I said.