Super Hero — My Babysitter The

Maya froze. She looked at him, then at the news, then back at the jar. "The lid is just... really tight, Leo." "I saw you fly," he whispered.

"Perfect," Maya smiled, though Leo noticed a small smudge of soot behind her ear. "Leo was a real hero today. He actually finished his broccoli." My Babysitter the Super Hero

Leo winked at her. His babysitter wasn't just a hero because she could fly; she was a hero because she kept the world safe—and still made sure he got to stay up ten minutes past his bedtime. Maya froze

One Tuesday, while Leo’s parents were at dinner, the "organic kale chips" were interrupted by a crashing sound on the roof. A rogue drone, leaking dark energy, had tracked Maya to the house. "Basement. Now!" Maya commanded. really tight, Leo