Jeannette Moore

“Maggie,” Caroline said. “Beckett, you remember Maggie, right?” “No,” said Beckett. Then he giggled, and lucky for him his giggle was cute. “You mean you head-butt everyone who comes through the door?” I asked, hands on my hips, playfully indignant. “Can I come with you to walk Nofarm?” he asked. “Oh, Maggie’s not here to walk Nofarm. She’s here to babysit,” Caroline explained. “No!” yelled Beckett, clinging to his mom’s leg. “We talked about this, Beckett. You knew Maggie was coming.” “Don’t leave!” Beckett screamed. He held on to his mom like a clamp. Yikes. Separation anxiety. We read about that in Babysitting 101, and not only that—I remembered the feeling from when I was little and my own parents left me for the evening. I really felt for poor Beckett. There’s nothing like parents getting dressed up to go somewhere fun and abandoning you for the night with a near stranger.”
― Leslie Margolis, The Secrets at the Chocolate Mansion