when God says no.

I was probably eleven or twelve.  I was the queen of babysitting.  I had built up quite a cliental within biking distance, and often had to turn down jobs because I was already booked.  I loved it, and often only remembered I got paid for it when they handed me a wad of cash at the end of the night.

One friday night a family from across town called and asked if I could babysit, and stay the night with them.  I asked my mom, and she said no.  Honestly this wasn’t the norm for my mom.  I am the youngest of four and have always been on the responsible side of things so it wasn’t often that I wasn’t permitted to do something I desired.

Hmm… that’s weird I thought.  I had nothing to do and an opportunity came up and she said no.  So, I threw chairs, screamed…