Don't flame me, it was a quote from these parents.
Honestly, I knew something was wrong before I even opened the front door. I could hear the television on too loudly, and, sure enough, there they were: Beckie, Austin, and Savannah. They were all playing the video games! What I saw on the screen was deplorable. A car was exploding as a burning man, without a head, flung himself into a river. Police officers desperately tried to control the situation. All the while the children were laughing.
I did what any self-respecting parent would have done in that situation: I stormed over to the television and pulled the plug. Austin and Savannah were ordered to their rooms, and Beckie was ordered to leave. That's the last time we'll be requiring your services, I let her know. Before she left, Beckie took whatever that trash was that she was forcing upon my children, and it's a good thing she did because it would have gone straight in with the other trash if she hadn't. This girl is 17 years old, so, frankly, I was appalled that someone of that age could be so irresponsible in handling these two young children. I could only imagine what else might have gone on in my absence. I didn't get more than five hours of sleep that night, worrying about it.
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