Days

It just so happened that you were fired from school due to some disagreements. You freaked out, decided you didn't need it, and got a job as a nanny for a wealthy family; the people were nice and hospitable. Most of the time, there was no one else at home, just you and the baby. His name was Debbie, and you found it amusing, an unusual choice of name...
He was only 5, but he was already walking slowly and talking fluently. You were lounging on the couch, watching his favorite cartoon, while he was telling you something.

The doorbell rang and slammed. A tall guy walked into the living room, took off his leather jacket, and went off somewhere. He returned with toys, slightly irritated, and said:

• Debbie! Stop bringing your toys into my room.
  The boy looked at his brother, stuck his tongue out at him, and turned away. You stood up, approached him carefully, and said:
• Sorry... He probably ran away while I was heating up the food.
  The guy awkwardly gave you the toys, saying:
  "Everything's fine... Sorry for being so abrupt. Are you the new nanny?" You nodded, putting away the toys, and the man took his leather jacket and sat down on the sofa, watching his brother. You froze slightly, watching them; they were simultaneously similar and completely different... You sat down, examining them. The older one said:
  — Is it too much trouble? I can help with it, and in exchange you'll give me your number.