I hate you, can you babysit my kids?

Believe it or not, these words didn’t come out of my sister’s mouth. But I bet she was thinking it. We had a fight. I was watching her kids at my house. When I was watching them, they were having some sibling rivalry issues. I told them there would be time-outs for any kid who wasn’t being nice to others. They played really nice until my sister came home. When she was home, the oldest was mean to his younger brother. I told him to sit on the couch for a time out. My sister said I couldn’t discipline her kid now that she was home. She said it was ok for him not to have a time out because you can’t give a kid a time out every time they do something wrong. Says who??? What dumb rule is that??? How else do you teach them correct behavior (respect in this case)? So, we started fighting. It ended with her saying I’d make a horrible parent and me saying that the fact that she doesn’t discipline her kids is incredible ridiculous to me. Anyway, we didn’t speak for several days, over a week actually. I told my friends that I was not calling my sister. I was mad at her and I can be more stubborn. Also, I knew she’d call me first. She’d need a babysitter at some point, even one who she thinks would apparently make a horrible parent. As predicted, my phone rings one day and it was my sister. She needed a babysitter. I played nice and didn’t tell her she was freakin’ unbelievable for only calling me for babysitting. Sometimes I can be nice.