I'll never forget one day in September, when I looked after children in the evening. First, we played and watched cartoons. Suddenly the phone rang. I walked away to answer, but at this time the children made a game in place of hostilities. They threw toys all around, running after each other, shouting. I barely managed to calm them down. After a few minutes they were hungry, and I went to the kitchen to cook them dinner, and left them at the TV to watch a children's show. As soon as I put the pot on the stove, the room suddenly sounded frightened scream. I quickly ran back to see what happened. Children were found to switch to the one he had to tread a horror film. Ensure that this does not happen again, I took the children with her to the kitchen. Later I fed them, and put him to bed. After that, I never agreed to look after the children, as they would have brought me to panic.