"Well, what did you do?" asked Jon, in a high-pitched voice.
"You really can't tell?"
"No, I'm still five-year-old boy stuck with a mean baby-sitter," he said.
"Mean? How am I being mean to you? And when did I get to be your babysitter?"
"You still won't give me my stone back. And you've been my babysitter for as long as I can remember. I bet it's just because you're friends with my big sister."
"That's not true! But I still won't give it back for a few more minutes. Let's go watch TV until then."
