Last week while we were at Costco, Hannah started sulking when I told her that, no, we weren't there to get her something. After I repeated it for the fifth time, she started in on a tantrum worthy of a three year old. Well maybe not the screaming, but there was definitely crying and flinging herself around like a rag doll.
On our way back to the car, she looked up at me through tear soaked eyelashes and said "I think we should just get a nanny."
Me: But . . . . why?
Hannah: Because I think you need to go back to work. Maybe we need to take a little break from each other.
You know the nanny wouldn't buy you everything you wanted either, don't you?
Hannah (flabbergasted): But, of course she would!
Once I had assured her that a nanny wouldn't be given extra money to spend on her, and would almost certainly not want to spend her own money on cr . . . er, stuff, for Hannah and Charlotte, Hannah sniffed a few times and said "Ok, I guess we'll just keep you, then."