Fancy Pants

On one of my first nanny days, I ran into a problem I had not experienced hitherto. Aurora and I were out and about, and I had to go to the bathroom. In my previous line of work as a teacher, I wasn't even supposed to touch children in some settings, let alone drop my drawers in a bathroom stall in front of them. This was ingrained in me.

However, we were in a crowded place, and there was no way I was going to leave Aurora outside the stall where anything could happen to her. I did the sensible thing and asked her what she did when her other nanny had to go to the bathroom. I said, "Did you go into the stall with her, or did you wait outside?" She said she stayed with her, so that was my answer. I took her into the handicapped stall, locked the door, took a deep breath, and dropped trou. She didn't bat an eye, and in fact looked quite disinterested. Whew, made it through that hurdle.

A few days later, after I was an old pro (I changed in front of her for swimming lessons, big deal!), we were in another public bathroom stall. This time, in a loud voice, she announced, "I like your underpants!"

Note to self: Stick to boring white. Stick to boring white. Stick to boring white.