WW: The Best Part of Being a Nanny is Getting in Touch with Your Inner Child

I've always loved swinging. The dance, and the rope and seat version, that is. Especially at night. As an adult I've strolled onto my old elementary schools playground after dark to swing on the big swings, and my butt  *almost* still fits.  It's totally relaxing to the point of being transcendent. Every kids deserve a swing, to come as close as possible to flying...

So the family I live with/ nanny for totally believes their house to be haunted. I mean, it is.  Suffice it to say for now, right through those trees and fence, across the highway, is an old cemetery, up on a hill to protect it from floods. The children buried their come play on our stairs at night...

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Snow Day=Scary!

So... I'm pretty sure I just officially developed my own version of... "The Scary Mom Voice."                         I'm not talking a scary, snaky, if-yelling-doesn't-intimidate-you-maybe-thinking-I'm-going-nuts-will voice. No, my mother owns that voice.  I'm not like that... I'm talking just an ever so slightly elevated, firm, sort of tone that says, "I will TURN this car AROUND right NOW! I will do it! I will!"  It comes complete with it's own empty threats, and a righteous sniff as I pretend to take their toys away.  So basically I'm lame and not terribly effective. But I expect congratulations. I understand the traditional gift for events like these is some sort of birth control. Frankly I think that's redundant. But that's just me.