Dream babysitter arrive: teen hockey star, Type 1 since age 8, attitude-free/sincere, little brother one year older than Jack. Show up w/ Monopoly game (credit card swipe machine version) under arm. Bigfoot hate Monopoly. Bubs love Monopoly.
Also: show Bubs hot pink One-Touch Mini. Bubs almost fall off of stool: I chose the pink one too! Bigfoot fumble through bag, so excited, barely can unzip, pull out pink meter. Not say but think See? See? Don’t you love us/want to babysit us all of the time/maybe give tennis lessons, maybe make our family your senior thesis? Instead say something stupid like what is it with you guys and your pink meters? Bubs: We want to show the world that pink isn’t just for girls. Babysitter: Yeah, I love to wear pink shirts in the summertime, right Bubs? Bubs: (silently makes note to self: ask for pink shirt.)
Bigfoot spouse thinking I wonder if he would go on vacation with us. Bigfoot thinking we need a bigger car. Also: this guy A SOPHOMORE! 2.5 years if Bigfoot play cards right. Try not act too eager. Not want scare away.