At playgroup this morning E and I discussed how the little girl who's house we were at had a nanny and her mommy was at work, just like her.
So later at lunch, I am unloading the dishwasher, and this is the conversation:
E- Angela, are you my nanny?
A- Yes, E, I am your nanny.
E- Oh, well thank you for taking good care of me!
Sigh, so sweet.
Her sister pipped up with, Yes, thank you for my yummy lunch!
Love my job.