Thank God for babysitters
She stumbled out of the taxi door and almost face-planted into the snow. I sighed and hoisted her up by one arm and walked her into the house. Joss, our babysitter was sitting on the couch with three passed out toddlers. Thank god, at least they were out. She began to turn off the TV but I shook my head. “Could you stay a little later? I’ve got to get her into bed.” Joss, a gorgeous girl with high cheekbones, a wide smile and willowy ballet dancers figure nodded. “Sure. I’ll get the boys...