We polled the Care.com office to discover the pranksters among us. Two of our coworkers, Mike and Lauren, reminisced with great pleasure (and a bit of shame) about the pranks they used to pull on their babysitters. Their stories are below. Got a story of your own? Do the kids you sit for play tricks on you? Do you play tricks on them? Leave a comment and let us know.
When my brother and I were young, we had the sweetest babysitter ever. Her name was Bonnie and she was the best. She cooked for us, played any game we wanted, made us presents at Christmas, and let us stay up late. So what did my brother and I do in return?
We freaked her out. Constantly.
Bonnie, in addition to being a saint, was tremendously skittish. She shrieked every time we jumped out from behind corners. That was how it all started. Soon we were telling her that we heard noises or saw movement outside. On more than one occasion she turned out all the lights, triple-checked the door locks, and had us all sit together on the couch until my brother and I could no longer stifle our giggles. Eventually she caught on and stopped believing us when we told her we saw something in the window. So my brother and I took turns sneaking outside and tapping on the glass or ran through the bushes until she was near tears. Then we felt bad. But not bad enough to refrain from doing it all over again the next time she came over.
Bless you, Bonnie, wherever you are. We're sorry!
One summer my friend Valerie had a live-in nanny named Patty Anne. It was the same summer that Valerie and I became obsessed with having sleepover parties in Valerie’s attic and pulling pranks—usually involving either shaving cream or a cup of warm water—on whichever one of our poor friends fell asleep first.
In order to teach us all a lesson about pulling pranks on the unconscious, Patty Anne pulled a prank on us. Each sleepover party attendee always had an overnight bag packed with a toothbrush, a hairbrush, and a clean pair of underwear for the next day. One night, while we all slept soundly in our sleeping bags, Patty Anne crept up to the attic, went into our overnight bags, and stole all of our underwear. She then snuck down to the kitchen, soaked our underwear in the kitchen sink, balled up all the underwear into one big ball, and stuck it in the freezer. The next morning when we woke up and went downstairs for breakfast, we discovered the rock hard ball of frozen underwear. We decided unanimously that this prank could not go unanswered.
Later that summer, when Patty Anne was out of the house one afternoon, we snuck into her bedroom and stole the entire contents of her underwear drawer. We strung up a clothesline between two trees in the FRONT yard and hung up every bra and pair of underwear we had found. We also hung a sign that said “Patty Anne’s Underwear For Sale.” When Patty Anne returned home to discover our little yard sale, she only further cemented her place in my heart as the coolest babysitter ever by laughing it off and not yelling at us at all.