Let the Games Begin

I laid there and played the Sims on my computer for a couple of hours. I wasn't really sure what else to do. I tried to read a magazine but I couldn't keep my eyes open. I had only brought one book and that was in my suitcase along with, well everything else. I get up once and walk back over to their house. All the doors are closed and every blind is shut, so I walk back to my little house and watch videos of my neice on my computer.
A couple hours later I emerge again and Mrs. Crazy is outside talking to Mr. Crazy. Mr. Crazy is very worried about me and tries to get me to rest some more, but I assure him I'm fine and take over watching DC who is outside playing with a truck. Now DC is 3. And he has one pacifier in his mouth and a little plastic baggy with about 6 more pcifiers in it. He also wears a diaper and they've apparently made no attempts to potty train him. And he doesn't understand any English. So I follow him around and try to talk to him. I hand him things and help him when I can. It all seems pretty easy for the time being. We eventually wander inside and his true colors start to come out. He sits down to play with a truck so I sit down next to him and grab a truck and try to play with him.
I would like to make a sidebar to say that I am awesome with kids. They come pretty naturally to me because I still think like one most of the time. And I tend to be a little more on the firm side, but I've watched enough Supernanny to feel pretty confident in my abilities. I've taken care of my neice and nephew for days at a time and they love me. I will make a ridiculously awesome mother someday. Kids love me.
Now, back to playing with DC. I sit and grab a truck and play with him. So he grabs my truck and sets it next to him. I find another toy to play with and he takes that too.
No problem, I reach over to play with him and he takes his truck and throws it at me. Hard. I'm a little stunned, but this isn't a huge deal. I tell him no firmly and figure with some time I'll whip the kid into shape. It should also be noted at this point in time that the parents haven't actually given me any instructions about the kids. They actually haven't told me anything. Or talked to me at all for that matter. But then comes mine and DC's first confrontation which will set the tone for the war that is about to begin.
Random adults begin wandering over, and from the housekeeper's preparations, it's obvious we're throwing some sort of dinner party. DC runs toward one screen door and tries to go out. I gently stop him, "No, let's stay inside." And try and lead him ove to some other toys to play with. He screams and runs to the door again, and I repeat this two more times. Mr. Crazy sees this and tells me, "Very good. Tell him no when he needs it. You must be firm with the children."
Awesome, I think. I am respected as a disciplinarian. I will turn this tiny child into a wonderful human by the time I leave.
DC runs for the door again, and me, in my infinite patience again say no and try and lead him to his toys.
Mr. Crazy grabs DC's hand and leads him outside, "Oh let him go out. It is fine."