OULD you believe that I luv to babysit? My sisters Suzanne and Louise are living dolls and it's no chore for me to have to look after them for a few hours while mum and dad go off on an errand. Keeping them amused and happy takes a few tricks sometimes, but I don't mind really because it gives me a chance to excercise my brain muscles. Usually a few funny faces gets me out of a cranky spot.
     Tiny Louise, is quite easy to keep entertained. Just pop her in her toys or bounce her on your knee and she's as contented as can be. It's Suzanne, 3, who needs the real minding. She moves fast and is full of the devil. She also likes to change her mind a lot (just like a woman).

Suzanne got a bit spoiled when she was a child model a couple of years back, so she can play the "Princess" too easily. I make sure she doesn't go too far with that routine by having her pick up her toys.
     Actually, she's no trouble. We love to go for walks, where we make believe we're shopping. Playing house is another super game of ours. Suzanne also likes me to read her a story.
     So, you see, it's really quite simple, this babysitting stuff. Of course, I don't make a habit of volunteering for the job, but I don't freak out when my folks ask me to mind the little ones, either. I just remember that I'm bigger than them and that they're not going to drive me bonkers!