Six years ago I landed my first nanny job with a fantastic family.
On the first day, I waited at the designated pick-up area for Bella and Seb, an overzealous 15 minutes early. Eventually they emerged, I took their bags and bingo – I was their favourite Nanny already.
We arrived home and it was homework time for the kids while I fixed some afternoon tea.
“What would you like?” I asked.
Bella chimed up immediately and jumped on the spot. “Chippies, chippies!”
I frowned. “Chips?! Yuck, they’re bad for you!”
Bella: “But they’re so yummy, please, please, please, puuhh-lleeaassee.”
I shook my head. “Sorry!”
There was no way I was going to pump grease, fat and chemicals down this little girl’s throat.
“Seb, what would you like for afternoon tea?” (note: Bella was still jumping up and down, wailing.)
Seb just shrugged his shoulders.
Walking to the pantry, Bella offered some compromise: “What if I have an apple… and then some cookies?”
I shook my head again, sympathetically.
I opened the pantry doors, only to be struck by a rainbow mural. A mural of brightly coloured chip packets, chocolates, lollies, shapes… you name it, it was there.