Babysitters Club Revival

I'm sitting here in the office in my parents house and I notice a green phone with the words "WHAT'S UP" on the receiver in different colored letters. It's totally not even cordless and IT'S MY BABYSITTERS CLUB PHONE FROM MIDDLE SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!

I think most of us who grew up in the 90s and were female probably dreamed of forming a babysitters club and we probably all wanted a phone in our room with our own phone line just. like. Claudia.

I had my own phone but not my own line and I had all of about three clients. And I'm pretty certain that I was the only one in my club. BUT STILL I was a total Stacy. Or so I thought because I had blonde hair and wasn't some California hippy like Dawn. But really I was much nerdier than Stacy with no discernible math skills and despite living in Connecticut had never been to New York City.

But I fondly remember those days when thirteen seemed so old and mature and I got taken advantage of by the next door neighbors who paid me all of five dollars an hour to watch their two year old triplets. Two girls and a boy (named Kyle) that the parents literally had me lock in their bedroom at night because they were such terrors.

Thank you throwback phone for the fond memories. And childhood Sarah... I would have totally called you to babysit my kids. And I would have paid well too.