Babysitting Randle: A Narrative Analysis

“ Boys! Slow down.” “ Jeffery please sit down before you choke on your hot dog.” “ How did you get those scissors?!” Babysitting Randle and Jeffery requires more than keeping an eye on them throughout the day. Babysitting these twin boys requires me to take on many different roles. I must become a surrogate mother, a chef, a referee, and occasionally a nurse. As a baby sitter I must be able to submerge myself into the world of a mother. This role is especially important in the first hour of the job. I recall babysitting Randle and Jeffrey for the second time and quickly having to find a way to cut the wires to their siren blaring mouths. Their parents had left thirty minutes before and the two ten-month-old twins were content with the sudden absence. I recall thinking that I had escaped the ear bleeding sirens of the call for their mom. At first Randle and Jeffery refused my comfort offer, but they soon became desperate and heaved their pink arms in the air begging to be held. Once I picked them up I

Well it’s actually difficult when Randle wants his grilled cheese with out crust, Jeffery won’t eat it if there is any sign of black on it, and you have to prepare the meal while making sure the twinadoes don’t break anything or each other. I had splattered some butter on the pieces of bread, set the watermelon green pan on the stove, and turned the igniter. I hadn’t even placed the bread in the pan when I heard a thud and a “shhh” in the next room. Not worried about the bread burning I went in the room to find Randle and Jeffery had nocked over a bench. I told the boys to settle down and started to make my return to the kitchen. I turned around the corner and saw an orange and yellow fiery surrounding the watermelon pan. I sprinted to the sink and filled a sippy cup that was on the edge. I launched the water toward the flames and watched as the orange and yellow disappeared. On the high side of the event, I didn’t burn Jeffery’s grilled