Unfiltered Story #47915

(My older sister, who’s eleven, and I were babysitting our baby brother. I was nine, and I knew how to feed and change a baby, but my brother has soiled himself so badly that I don’t know what to do. So I decide to go tell my sister upstairs.)

Me: “Hey [Sister]? [Brother] has pooped.”

Sister: “So change his diaper!”

Me: “He did a LOT. It’s everywhere!”

Sister: “What do you mean he-” *gets up to check on brother* “-what the-?! Oh my God! Ugh! Gross!”

Me: “Told you.”

Sister: “And you just left him there?!”

Me: “I went to ask you what to do.”

Sister: “You take him to the tub, that’s what you do!, obviously!)

Me: “Ohh.”

(My brother was washed clean and I got scolded by our mom when she came home for leaving him for a few minutes. Now that I knew how much trouble babies were, the next time Mom asked me to babysit, I said, ‘no way!’)