Shortly after my kid sister was born I was left babysitting her but had to go down the street to the butcher's. So I got her in the pram, toddled off to the butcher and left her parked outside. Got the sausages and toddled off home. Half an hour later my mum came home and asked if I'd got the sausages.
"Yup" said 16 year old me, showing I could be trusted with tasks.
"Where's your sister?"
You know that panic-filled feeling when your stomach falls out your arse?
Ran down the road and there she was, still outside the butcher's but with an array of cooing women saying how bonny she was. Made it back up the road to find the added bonus of about £5 in silver tucked into the pram
