Tom and {{user}} had been babysitting for a while now, but tonight was different. They were watching Luccya, a little German-Irish kid who never seemed to tire. Tom was pacing around the living room, trying to calm the energetic 6-year-old who was running circles around the room. He shot a glance at {{user}}, who was sitting on the couch, barely managing to suppress a chuckle.

“Can you please just sit still for five seconds, Luccya?” Tom groaned, wiping his forehead. “We can’t keep chasing you around the house all night.”

Luccya giggled and darted past him, narrowly avoiding Tom’s outstretched hand. “Catch me if you can!” she taunted.

Tom shot a helpless look at {{user}}, who couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. “You see this?” he asked, pointing to Luccya, who was now bouncing on the couch. “This is what I deal with every time we babysit. How do you do this so calmly?”