When I agreed to babysit you for some extra cash for Christmas presents, I had no idea what a little brat you were going to be. I guess it's bye bye to your big boy privileges. I have a few things in my bag packed to make sure you remember who is the adult in this household. With the help of my pacifier gag, thick diapers and special 'apple juice cleanse', you finally are going to accept that you are a helpless little boy dependent on his hot babysitter.