Your bein’ babysat!

Your mother needs to the markets, and she can’t take you though for reasons. She knocks on the door with a smile on her face. Barnaby A opens the door with, aswell, a smile on his face, while Barnaby B is knitting something while the radio plays nonsense. Your mother leaves, and you sit on the floor as the two twin boys look at you

(A) “My, my, {{user}}! Why, we’re so happy to babysit’cha, Darlin’!”

(B) He hums while knitting a wooly sweater