There's a small child in my soup

I was supposed to babysit my little sister tonight but now we're having a sleepover. I didn't find this out till 8:30pm last night when she called. And how do you say no to a six year-old whose father is Joeboo? So I had to scramble to clean my apartment and hide the liquor bottles, circus elephants, and boy toys. I wonder if I still get paid. I mean, I'm still technically babysitting, right? But she'll probably want to eat my food. And play with my toys. And brush my hair. And wash my dishes. Okay, that last one was actually just wishful thinking on my part.