Disclamer – I don't own The Baby Sitters Club. I'm just borrowing the characters to write a story.

Ding Dong.

I'm right on time. That's important to show up on time if you want to be successful. Especially for a new client. My name is Kristy Thomas and I'm 13 years old. I love sports and Babysitting. I'm also great at creating new ideas. In fact I created the BSC, I'm that awesome. My friends are all in it. Were all different, but friends. We rock.

Today I'm babysitting for 9 year old Emily Mott. After getting instructions from her mom and introducing myself to Emily, Mrs. Motts left. Now normally when a sitting charge is left for the first time, they might be shy, or even cry. This was not the case with Emily.

"Hi, I'm Emily. I'm nine years old and am in the 4th grade. Today I'm going to play babysitter. You can be the mommy. Come on, let's go to the playroom." Taking my hand she led me to where they kept the dolls. She pulled out a blonde Cabbage Patch Doll and a baby doll. Grabbing some blankets she handed me the two dolls.

"OK, that's Rachel, and the Cabbage Patch is Jennifer. You're the mommy and I'm the babysitter." I looked at the two dolls in my hand and smiled. I had never been a big doll player. Probably from having two older brothers, but I knew how to play. Holding "Rachel" like an infant and "Jennifer" like a toddler I really got into the role.

"Oh, thank you for coming babysitter Emily. I have to go to the store and need someone to watch my babies."

"No problem Mrs. Kristy. I will sit on the babies very well. Babysitting is an important job." Emily then took the babies and after they waved goodbye, their "mommy" left. (In reality, I just sat on the couch.)

Emily then put the baby down for a nap, then gave Jennifer a snack, and then played patty cake.

As I watched Emily "read" to Jennifer the book, Goodnight Moon, I started to have a great idea. I don't mean to brag, but I'm always having great ideas. Suddenly, another of my great ideas was forming. The BSC were expert babysitters. We had tons of experience and advice. What if we created a future-babysitters business? We could show older children, like say, 9 and 10 year olds how to care for children. We could show them how to entertain younger children, follow instructions parents left, and how to keep younger children safe. It could even work for older brothers and sisters to help their parents with younger siblings. Mallory's triplet brothers would be perfect to learn that skill.

My mind was racing, as I thought about all the things we could do with the new business. I know the others would be thrilled to run it. They love my ideas, well most of the time; I can be kind of bossy.

Watching Emily feed the baby, and helping Jennifer walk, I knew my idea would work. What kid didn't like to help and play with younger children? Emily was having the time of her life, I knew she would love to learn to really take care of children.

"Kristy?" My eyes snapped up to focus on Emily.

"Yes, what's up?"

"Babysitting is boring." She then threw the dolls in the toybox and jumped up. "I know now I'm a ballerina pirate." She jumped up and down on her toes, and grabbed a toy sword. She began to yell "Arrrh" and dance around the room.

I sighed. Maybe this wasn't my next great idea.