"The Baby-Sitters Club was a success. I, Kristin Amanda Thomas, had made it work." - Kristy, accepting the 1986 Mahatma Ghandi Award for Most Humble 12-Year Old Ever
Was Claudia described as having almond-shaped eyes:
Surprisingly, no. Although she was described as "exotic."
Was Mimi's accent described as rolling:
Nope
How many times was the word "incredulously" used:
Twice
What Would Claudia Wear:
-Short, very baggy lavender plaid overalls, a white lacy blouse, a black fedora, red high-top sneakers with no socks
-A baggy yellow and black checked shirt, black pants, red jazz shoes, a bracelet that looked like a telephone cord, and dangling, jointed skeleton earrings
-An outrageous red felt hat
What About Stacey?
-Stacey was wearing a pink sweatshirt with sequins and a large purple parrot on the front, short, tight-fitting jeans with zippers up the outsides of the legs, and pink plastic shoes.
-A matching top and skirt made out of gray sweatshirt material with big, yellow number tens all over it, hair clips shaped like rainbows, and little silver whistles dangling from her ears
-Red plaid wool pants with red suspenders (What the f*ck is it with
these girls and suspenders?)
Quit letting 12-Year Olds Watch Your Goddamn Kids
"Oh my gosh," I cried. "I forgot! It's Tuesday...Tuesday is my day to
watch David Michael. I'm supposed to beat him home. Otherwise, he gets
home first and has to watch himself." David Michael is my 6-year old brother.
"So, what about this baby-sitting club?" "Well, I replied..." [After much discussion and negligence] We were interrupted by a thump and a wail. Jamie had fallen off one of the swings.
Awwwwwwwwwkward
"Are your parents divorced, too?" I asked.
"Nope. They've been married for fifteen years."
"Mine have been married for twenty."
"My mother died when I was a baby," said Mary Anne quietly. "She had cancer."
Stacey looked embarrassed. "Well, I really better go..."
Bitch!
"I'm sorry, Watson." I mumbled. I walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs. When I was halfway up, I yelled over my shoulder, "I'm sorry you're a terrible father!"
"Really, Kristy! A sweater with snowflakes and snowmen on it? You look like a four year old."
"Well, you've got sheep barrettes in your hair!" I yelled. "You think
they're adult?"
"Sheep," Claudia informed me witheringly. "are in."
"Are you accusing my mother of lying?" Stacey cried.
I thought for a moment. "I guess so."
Srsly. Ew!
[Over fondue], Watson made this rule that if your bread fell off your fork and landed in the cheese, you had to kiss the person sitting on your right...And then, it happened. I was just sticking my fork into the pot when my bread fell off and landed in the cheese. Guess who was on my right? Watson.
"Kiss daddy, kiss daddy!" cried Karen.