"Alec honey, the babysitter's here. Me and your father are leaving now," Maryse Lightwood called out to her son.
Five year old Alec Lightwood bounced down the stairs.
"Be good for Magnus," she said pointing at me.
"I will mommy."
"Good boy."
"Bye mommy."
"Bye sweetie."
As Maryse and Robert left I turned to Alec, "Hi Alec. I'm Magnus Bane. What do you want to do?"
"Your sparkly."
"Yes, yes I am."
"Can you make me sparkly, too?"
"Sure, sweet pea. What colour of glitter would you like?"
"Rainbow, rainbow," he shouted jumping up and down like a well... five year old.
"Ok little dude."
So, I proceeded to spike five year old Alec's hair, coat him with glitter, and between us both we ate 3 tubs of ice cream, a bottle of chocolate sauce, five bags of chocolate chips, and a pound of edible glitter.
Needless to say I wasn't invited back to babysit anymore.