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sighed. Where exactly did Ms. Roveen keep the diapers?
    â€œLet’s go look for some diapers,” she said, carrying the child into her nursery. “Where does Mommy put them?”
    â€œNo dipee!” Milly yelled. “I big girl! Pull-ups!”
    â€œOh!” Delaney exclaimed. That’s what her mom had meant. “Where does Mommy have your pull-ups?”
    Milly pointed to a cabinet above the changing table. When Delaney opened it, a pile of diapers fell out and landed on her head.
    â€œPull-ups!” Milly suddenly said, pulling off her soggy diaper and dancing around the room.
    â€œOkay! Let’s put on a nice clean one.” Delaney tried to coax her to stop jumping around. “Milly! Come back!”
    Milly jumped on the bed, crawled under the changing table, and even ducked between Delaney’s legs.
    There was no catching her, unless…
    â€œMilly, wanna see Pwince Arming’s crown?” Delaney put the diaper on her head and grinned. “Like it?”
    Milly stopped and stared…then burst into laughter. “You silly! You silly!”
    Delaney scooped her up and pulled the clean diaper snuggly over her legs and bottom. “No, you’re silly! Silly Milly!”
    They collapsed on Milly’s pink fuzzy rug, laughing and tickling each other.
    Just then, Ms. Roveen walked in.
    â€œWell, it looks like you two are getting along great!” she said.
    â€œMama! Deelaynee silly! I love Deelaynee!” Milly threw her arms around Delaney’s neck and squeezed her tight.
    Delaney smiled. Maybe she wasn’t the most “serious” babysitter—but if you asked Milly, she was the most fun.

The next day, Delaney felt a little better about her ability to care for a baby brother or sister. Milly had been tough to control or predict, but at least Delaney had kept her cool and handled it. Ms. Roveen was so pleased that she’d asked Delaney to babysit any weekend she was free.
    â€œThat’s great!” Kylie said when she called. “But I don’t think you’ll be free the weekend of the seventeenth. We have a VIP order booked, and trust me, you of all people don’t wanna miss it.”
    Delaney tried to imagine who the VIP might be—and what the occasion was. An album release for Selena Gomez? Maybe some huge record producer’s anniversary party? Or a red-carpet movie premiere in NYC?
    Kylie shot down all of her guesses.
    â€œYou have to tell me! I’m going to explode if you don’t!” Delaney pleaded.
    â€œNope. Not until everyone is together for our meeting tomorrow after school. Besides, I have some last-minute details to check on.”
    Delaney hated when Kylie got all mysterious on her. Didn’t she know she hated surprises unless she got to spring them? She wanted to daydream about cupcakes, but the script for Charlotte’s Web was staring at her from the coffee table. After Delaney’s initial protest, Ms. Kutchen had convinced her to take on the part of Wilbur the Pig. “If you’re going to be a performer one day, you have to understand that you won’t always get the part you want,” her teacher had explained.
    It sounded a lot like “You get what you get, and you don’t get upset” to Delaney. But she did love singing—and it was one of the leads. So she agreed.
    â€œHow’s the musical coming?” her mom asked, flopping down next to her on the couch. She kicked off her shoes and put her feet up.
    â€œOkay, I guess.” Delaney shrugged.
    Her mom picked up the script and flipped through it. “I love this story. It always makes me cry.” She rubbed her belly and smiled. “My favorite part is when Charlotte’s three baby daughters hatch and stay behind with Wilbur.”
    Ugh, Delaney thought. More baby talk! “You’re forgetting that all the rest of the spiders fly away and desert him.”
    Her mother rumpled