Don't tell mom the babysitter's a fraud

I'm in a conference room at work, entertaining a dozen kids with the movie Madagascar 2 (playing on my laptop, projected onto a wall), bags of popcorn, candy and juice.

For an impromptu daycare, this afternoon has run rather smoothly. But why did these parents just entrust their kids to me? They obviously don't know me at all.

I do have, however, a newfound appreciation for teachers, sitters, nannies and parents.