Why I don't really babysit anymore

So I was chasing a wet naked 2 1/2 year old through the house. I REALLY didn't want to grab him round the middle because he'd had at least 4 adult sized bowls full of jelly as well as alot of rice and some sort of brown powder. I knew from looking after the child in creche he's prone to vomiting! I wanted him to be wearing a nappy and preferably some pyjamas (although at this point I was negotiable on those). That's when I realised all the lights were on, none of the curtains were drawn, anyone could have seen in. Not only that but the child was clearly asian, I'm white, and while I knew the mother's western name I'm pretty sure it's not her given name, I didn't know her surname, I'd never been in the house before and didn't know the father's name at all! As I chased the child around the house with a nappy and a towel aided by his wet naked 8 year old sister I realised I was totally unprepared to be a competent babysitter and parenthood is unlikely to be my thing either. As I coaxed the toddler into a nappy (by feeding him more jelly) I wondered where it had all gone wrong...

The mother had called and asked me to babysit with 1/2 an hours notice so I assumed it was an emergency, I know both kids from church and like them, so dropped everything to help. The mother said don't worry here's my mobile number A (the older child aged 8) knows what to do. A is amazing, clever, articulate and fun, I didn't doubt it. I left her in charge and went with it. The meal was fine. I was told they were allowed as much Jelly as they liked, this seemed unlikely but, as a one off it wasn't going to do much harm. The Mum is one of the nicest laid back people so she wouldn't mind. So I went with it. It was the shower, they both went in together, A washed the toddler and he got out. She didn't warn me to catch him and he ran! Nightmare scenarios were going through my head about police being called, child protection, naked children etc. But when I got the nappy back on him he was good as gold. I said it was bedtime, he told me no it was time to pray. He was right, prayer was the answer, we prayed together then he lay down and went to sleep within minutes despite all the Jelly. Even so... well over a year on I still remember the panic well!