"Mom, please..." Peter moaned, sitting down to the table. This "little boy" talk started to get on his nerve recently; it didn't sound like something you'll say about independent, cool, attractive for girls guy, and Peter wished to eb exectly that.
He started to eat, enjoying mom's food as always (she was the best cook ever, especially in Peter's eyes). At first the news sounded really good - mom was going to leave, which meant she was now seeing Peter as self-dependent relatable person. Maybe he'll even be able to throw a prty for his new college friends! Or rather make some friends by throwinga party... But mom's next remark made Peter literally drop a piece of toast from his mouth opened in shock.
"A babysitter?! Mom, I'm 18!! I'm in a college! I'm not a baby anymore, and I don't need any babysitter! You cannot be serious!! ...you are joking, right?" he asked with a slight hope.
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