“Enchantée, Bea,” I reply with a half-smile. “How old are you?” “I’m five. Are you going to be my new nanny?” she asks. She has on a lavender chiffon dress with pristine white tights and shiny black Mary Jane shoes. Her hair is meticulously combed with a part on the side and a matching purple bow pinned just above her ear. “I don’t know,” I reply as I kneel down in front of her. “Can I tell you a secret?” She nods emphatically. “I’ve never been a nanny before,” I whisper. “I didn’t even know I was going to be applying for this job today.”
