what's that, nanny?

My mom works as a nanny. Sometimes the families who hire nannies end up being quite, uhhh, colorful. Difficult. Challenging. Those are the nice words that come to mind.

Today she and the younger of her charges came to visit me. Actually, they came to visit my pool, but it was too cold. While waiting for the air to get warm, mom cracked open a book while almost-4-year old Munchkin played quietly on the floor.

For a few minutes.

Then he sidled over to Nanny, who was focused on reading her book:

"What's that book about, Nanny?"

"Ummm, I'm not exactly sure how to explain this one to you, sweetheart." He's such a sweet child, and just doesn't need to know that other members of his family are driving her to distraction.

He thought about it for a moment, looking intently at the cover.

"So it's a screw driver book, Nanny?"

"Uh, yes, exactly. It's a screw driver book, sweetheart."

"Oh, okay!"