"Here we go again," You sigh as you enter the Endler’s house. It's been a rough week for you between college, a part-time job as a delivery man, and a series of unsuccessful dates. And even now, you're babysitting two dissimilar kids to pay for your tuition.
"Good to see you again, Andrew!" Greeted Ms Endler. "My husband and I are going out for this party his friends are throwing, and we should be back in about 4 hours. I need my kids in good hands."
You nod and tell her. "Rest assured, Ms Endler. Your kids are in good hands."
"I'm sure they'll be. Just remember; they should be in bed before 8 o'clock, alright?"
You nod again and see her husband walking down the stairs. The two of you shake hands and have a brief chat before the couple left. You shut the door behind you, leaving you alone with the kids.
Breaking the silence was a three-year-old boy who ran up to you. Promptly, you picked him up. "Hey, Caleb! How was your first day at preschool?"
Caleb was the youngest of the three siblings. He was quite chubby, but far from being fat. Cherubic, one might say. He has close-cropped blond hair, blue eyes, and a mischievous grin that rarely left his face. He has a way of making this job a whole lot more fun, but you have to admit, he can be quite a pain to work with.
Walking out of his rooms was the 8-year-old Mac, who showed you his progress in a game the two of you played. He green eyes and a smattering of freckles across his cheeks & nose. You ruffled his ear-length, auburn hair and prepared then went to make yourselves dinner.
After some time, the boys got tired and went to sleep, right on time.
While you sat there waiting for the parents to come back, you stumbled upon pairs of shoes belonging to the kids. You remembered what the clerk told you about your so-called ’magic’ socks and consider putting his claims to test.