You know, when I babysat constantly, or so it seemed to me, in high school, I had a preference for bad kids. The kids being bad equalled more entertainment and probably some luls later. My favourites were prone to physically attacking me with toy swords and such. Wrestling on the floor with a bunch of cheerful giggling limpets liable to play dirty by licking your legs - that's fun. Then they'd wear themselves out and cuddle on the couch watching Animal Planet. Their parents are divorced now - my coolest role models, too. Life sucks sometimes.
Anyway, though, Carmela is bad in a completely new, though just as hilarious, fashion. Yesterday she followed her visiting (second) cousin upstairs to her room, threw her out along with her dad, shut the door behind and sulked alone, yelling the occasional demand down the stairs, for a couple of hours!