When I was growing up, my older sister babysat for her four siblings a lot. She was about 12 years old when she started. We were all younger than her. As time passed, it was more often and for longer periods of time. Sometimes, she would feed us. Which meant she cooked. We always teased her about some of her meal ideas. The food was always fine, actually delicious, but the sibling rivalry in us made it good teasing fodder. This is a bit of an exaggeration about that time in our childhood.
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When I was growing up, my older sister babysat for her four siblings a lot. She was about 12 years old when she started. We were all younger than her. As time passed, it was more often and for longer periods of time. Sometimes, she would feed us. Which meant she cooked. We always teased her about some of her meal ideas. The food was always fine, actually delicious, but the sibling rivalry in us made it good teasing fodder. This is a bit of an exaggeration about that time in our childhood.
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