I'm officially calling it a day.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

This little guy - my buddy, the one I call Puppy, the boy I've considered putting in my bag and taking home with me - just pooped on me. Now this is coming from someone who has been a nanny for ten years; a little baby poo doesn't easily scare me. Let's just say, this was not a little bit. This is the same child that earlier in the day flushed the beloved eraser down the toilet and made his older cousin and brother cry. I did not cry. I screamed and yelled out, "How could you poop on your Auntie?!" Said child then laughed. And laughed. I think he may still be laughing.

This is all I will say on the matter. Like discussing the details of one's diet of choice, I do not consider this an appropriate topic of discussion. I am now going home where I will drink some wine, take a bubble bath and relish in the fact that no children live there.