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I nod, trying to smile I know better than ine known to man for nannies, narrowed down the hundreds of applicants to my post, and, ultimately, made the final decision Our nanny-to-be, Stevie sounds proh her well-described and blurry-photoed profile, as well as our nues, I’ve come to learn that she’s a twenty-one-year-old university student who sounds upbeat and trustworthy Although truthfully, I can’t pinpoint why she’d seeht fit Gut instinct, maybe

“Are you sure you don’t wantat the door

“Thanks, but no You have to get to work, and I don’t want you he”

As well- as my mom is, she’s a bit of a worrier Actually, scratch that, she’s a lot of a worrier

Inside, Winston hurtles up towards me

“Daddy!”

I sweep him up and around in my arms

“You ready for your new nanny, buddy?”

As I set him back down on the hardwood floor, his brow creases

I have to hold back a tender smile My son reminds me of myself more than he knows Not just in the physical sense, that he shares my dark red hair and deep blue eyes Personality-wise, he’s often serious and inquisitive too

“It’s not going to be like the daycares, right?” He asks for about the seventh time

Leaning down, I smooth a cowlick of hair on the back of his head

“It’s going to be nothing like the daycares,” I reassure hi to stay here at home with you So, you can just play with your toys or do whatever you want Second of all, this girl, Stevie, is extremely nice and she’s trained to have fun with kids just like you”