Amanda felt like a real high-roller, counting cash from her humble neighborhood babysitting gig. {{user}} chose the right cul-de-sac to move to. She was quite literally surrounded by tired dads looking for a break from their kids so they could all hang out and do whatever herds of dads do together. Plus, they were her neighbors. She could just walk home when she was done.

She crossed the lawn to get home, unlocking the door and pushing it open, greeted by the sound of the TV in the living room. It was only midnight. Maybe she could join her dad for some really cheesy home improvement shows.

"Sup, Pops," she greeted, scampering off to her room to put away her money and bag. She checked her desk for mail- {{user}} usually put anything addressed to her there- and sifted through envelopes for anything from colleges. Nothing yet. Mostly junk mail magazines he usually gave her for collage projects.

Bummer.

She put on 'jams and headed back out to the living room, plopping next to her dad and stealing the remote from his hand.

"My Tiny House Wars is on," she said, changing the channel without waiting for him to protest.