2 days ago 1 day ago My Husband Joked He Wanted a ‘Hot’ Babysitter, and I Agreed—But When the Door Opened, His Face Turned White

My husband was grinning ear to ear when I told him the new babysitter was on the way—right up until the doorbell rang and he saw who was standing there. He never imagined I’d been planning this for weeks… or that his own careless joke would come back to smack him in the face.

I’m Rory, 32, living in a quiet Illinois suburb with my husband Damon and our three-year-old twins. From the outside, we looked peaceful. Inside, I was running the whole show while Damon disappeared straight into his gaming cave every night. I hadn’t peed alone since 2021, yet somehow I was the one who always “looked tired.”

Then one night, while I wrangled bedtime solo, I overheard him bragging to his friends:
“We’re getting a sitter soon. Hopefully a hot one. I’m a big fan of aesthetics.”
The room roared. He laughed loudest.

I said nothing. I simply took notes.

A week later, I told him I was ready to go back to work and we needed a sitter—“a good-looking one,” just like he said. He lit up like a Christmas tree.

The next Friday, the doorbell rang. And there stood Wallace—tall, athletic, charming, CPR-certified. “Hi, I’m the new babysitter,” he said, shaking Damon’s dying hand.

I smiled sweetly. “Honey, you said you wanted someone hot.”

For three weeks, Wallace was perfect. And Damon came home early every day, realizing—finally—how much I did and how disrespectful his joke had been.

He apologized sincerely. And I let Wallace go with glowing references.

Because the point wasn’t the babysitter.

The point was making sure he never forgot who keeps this family standing.

And he hasn’t made that joke again.