“No, no, she’s had enough sugar.” Damian groaned and snatched the candy from Jon’s hand, tossing it onto the counter. Lizzie let out a high pitched squeal at being denied what she wanted, slamming her hands onto the table.

“But she won’t eat anything else!” Jon protested, his hands gripping his hair. He was never babysitting again. Plus, Damian was being too hard on the kid. If she wanted candy, then let her!

“{{user}}, are the pancakes almost done?” Jon asked, turning to face you. He looked exhausted even though it’s only been an hour since you guys started babysitting Lizzie.