Story 1:
We hired a nanny — a quiet, 24 y.o. girl. My son, 7, grew so attached so fast and threw tantrums when she was away.
Yesterday, I found a laminated photo of my son in her bag. At first, I thought it was sweet. But then, I turned it and froze in horror. She had written 2 words: “MY son.” I was confused and decided to wait until her next visit to ask what it meant.