It is so not my responsibility to make sure Yocheved gets to go out

Pllllllleeeeeeassssseeee. Pretty, pretty please with a cherry on top? And ten dollars an hour?”

I look at Yocheved sideways, the hood of my sweatshirt concealing my interest.

Hmmm, things just got fancy. Yocheved never offers to pay me for babysitting Levi. I look at my sister. There’s way too much hope in her eyes; it makes me feel funny. Like I want to make her happy and also, I want her to never look at me like that again.

“Naomi, puhleeze. It’s our anniversary and Zev finally can take off work a little early.”

I raise my eyebrows at her. “That’s amazing. So call a babysitter.”

Yocheved flushes a delicate pink. “I did. They were… unavailable.”

“All of them?”

She cleared her throat. “Ummm, ya. They’re not very reliable, you know? Always busy, one had a wedding.”

Uch. I feel bad for her, I really do, but when is she going to realize that the issue is not the school or the playgroup or the babysitters? It’s Levi.

“I have a huge Navi test, Chevs, I’m sorry.”

Her face falls. “Nooo, c’mon! Nomes, please!”

Uch, I hate this.