For CNJ with this suggestion: how about the kids the BSC has...? Perhaps a chapter from their point of view and having one of the legendary BSC ladies as their mummy? And as a bedtime story, maybe Stacey, Mary Anne, Jessi and/or Malloy telling their kids a funny or sweet story from their BSC days? I chose Mary Anne and from the point of view of her youngest. I didn't really use a bedtime story though and started with a brief story. I might revisit this concept with a different BSC kid and go into more details later though! Next up is a story about Matt Braddock and then after that a follow up to one of my favorite mysteries.

Happy reading!

Vivian Faulkner sighed as she looked around her new house. It was still bare and she stared at the pink wall. She hated pink, just like her mother Mary Anne, and now she had to live in it until she could get it painted a new color. Her favorite colors were purple and silver.

The pink outweighed the fact that she could see the street, Bradford court, and the giant oak tree was right outside her window. She could use it to climb into her room one day. Her mother said that she lived on the same street growing up, except she lived in Mr. and Mrs. Gianelli's house. Her new neighbors were the Gianellis, Pikes, Stevenson-Cohens, Perkins, and a nice older lady named Kathy Kilbourne. Most of the kids were older or younger than her and the one her age was a boy.

"Did you need help unpacking?" asked her older sister, Audrey, from the door.

"Not yet," she grumbled, haphazardly dumping her pajamas in a pile in the bottom drawer as she finished filling her set of drawers up. She then went to the closet and started to hang her shirts and dresses. Although part of her was hoping they'd be moving back to NYC again and it was pointless to unpack.

Her other sister, Olivia, stopped at her door about to ask if she needed help but ended up stopping herself.

"We ordered pizza," she said, "from some place called Pizza Express. Mama said that it tastes pretty good."

Pretty good only meant that it might taste yucky, thought Vivian. That might have been mean, but nothing would compare to the New York style pizza she was used to. She missed her royal purple princess bedroom, her friends, and her school already. Home sickness settled in the bottom of her empty stomach. Stoneybrook was nice to visit but she never thought she'd be living there.

"Vivian," said Mary Anne checking her room to see if she had any empty boxes. Much to her surprise there weren't many unpacked. "Do you want some help?"

"No," she said, dumping stuff into her drawers. "Mama, can you tell me a story?"

Mary Anne looked surprised but nodded she pulled her daughter onto her lap and sat on the unmade bed. She smoothed her dark hair out figuring out that she was just homesick for her friends.

"Why don't I tell you a story about what it was like when I grew up here? Have I ever told you about the baby-sitters club before?"

Vivien shook her head no, changed her mind, then shrugged well at least she didn't remember if she was told. Maybe Audrey and Olivia would know more if she asked. Mary Anne light up at the mention of the BSC.

"Well it all started with my friend Kristy," she started out wrapping her arms around her. "Her mom was having a hard time finding a sitter for her younger brother. She thought of this club where someone could call one number and reach a lot of baby-sitters at once. I was part of the club as secretary and your aunt Stacey was treasurer and aunt Claudia was vice president. We had a lot of adventures and fun baby-sitting. This one time I made friends with your aunt Dawn. I was baby-sitting this girl named Jenny and she was feeling sick. I impressed everyone when I had to call the ambulance. You wanna hear more?"

Vivien nodded eager to hear something about her mother's younger years. She told her some but nobody ever really asked about it. Mary Anne told her about her first baby-sitting job. A story about when she took one girl to the hospital. Then even a mystery she helped solve at the library.

"I'd like to see some of these places in your stories," said Vivien thoughtfully. "It sounded like you had a lot of fun living here. You did some really neat stuff and I want to to. You're really cool mom."

"Oh I did and I think you really love it, just as much as I did," said Mary Anne kissing her forehead. "One day I think you'll have your own stories and you'll run this town. I'm glad that you think I'm pretty cool too."

With that Mary Anne reached over and tickled the girls stomach as she laughed.

"Alright, now come on, the pizza will be here any minute and you at least need your bed made." They heard the doorbell ring down the steps and her wife calling for someone to grab her purse. It sounded like the pizza was here.

"Does that mean I don't really have to unpack right now?"

"I think I'll let that slide for right now."

With that the two girls were off down the steps following the smell of sausage and extra cheese pizza. Maybe Stoneybrook wouldn't be that bad.