I babysit for neighbors. They have two little boys, one is five and the other four, who love to mess with my head. Sometimes, there the sweetest little angels and the next thing I know there yelling at me to go home.
The youngest is the most trouble he'll say things like:
-Do you want to see my snowman?... Well you can't cuz he's black.
-When is mommy and daddy going to be home? "soon" Go home then!
-IM IN CHARGE! *throws peanut butter in my hair*