My new charge is a budding shitlady So I got a new job and part of that job is baby sitting this kid, a 6 year old who is super cute and extremely active. Her idea of getting anywhere is sprinting to the place in question. I'm perfectly fine with this, I get paid to exercise and play with her so whatever.  Last night her and her friend get home from gymnastics (good) but when they walk in I notice her friend is a ham. They're both 6 YEARS OLD and the kid is already porking up. Her face literally looks like she's storing nuts for winter, to give you a visual. The first thing my charge asks is if we can go to her hangout but the first thing the fat kid asks is if I brought pepperoni pizza. I only brought cheese for the girls, and a bunch of fruit. The hamkid gets super disappointed and my kid tells her to suck it up. Good job kid! So they end up eating a bunch of fruit at the house and I pack some in bowls and we head to the hangout spot.  We sprint there, as usual. 6 year Olds are pretty fast and I was carrying two full bowls of fruit, my phone, and keys but I was easily able to keep up with the fat one while my charge was way ahead of us. I don't think this is OK, and honestly my kid was getting super impatient with her friend by the time we got there.  So we start playing and stuff and one of the games they like is running up and down the hills of the hangout. The fat one, being clumsy as fat kids and things are, falls and scraps her knee. Now my charge had already scraped her knee and kept playing but this kid... You'd think it was the end of the fucking world. I had to pick her up and rock her like she was a baby. She was almost screaming from a little cut on her knee. Of course I felt bad for her, she's a kid, but dang. My charge kept rolling her eyes at her and telling her to grow up, it wasn't that bad, stop being such a baby, etc.  So we head back to the fat kids house and her dad meets us halfway back AND EVERYTHING CLICKS. He's at least 250 and only 5'10 if I had to guess. He couldn't even carry her as long or far as I could. So I guess ham parents are teaching their kids how to be babyhams now. And my charge did some shitlording without even knowing what it was. And I got to spend the next hour and a half getting her in a better mood after dealing with hams.  Oh and the ham kid forgot her water bottle at my kids house so we had to drop it off later. When we got there, the dad was saying "you know what would make (fat kid) feel better? A bowl of ice cream!!" I couldn't say anything or get fired, BUT when we were leaving my kid rolled her eyes and said to me "ugh, I don't even like ice cream".  This kid is pretty cool so far.