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Chapter Three
Jonathan
“No running in the house,” I reminded my sons as they rushed inside to greet Simone. I found Anthony on babysitting duty in the living room, supervising Daisy and Nori as they played.
“Hey, Uncle Ant. Where is Ms. Simone?” Grant asked.
“She’s taking a nap, buddy. How was school today?”
“Horrible!”
“Horrible?” Anthony gasped. “Why do you say that?”
“We had a substitute teacher today, and she was mean!”
“What did she do that was mean?”
“She cut recess short because some of the kids weren’t following playground rules.”
“Sorry, Grant, but that’s a classic example of how a few bad apples can ruin it for everyone else. Maybe next time, your classmates will follow the rules.”
“It’s not fair,” Grant protested.
“Life isn’t fair. What do you want for dinner? I’m ordering.”
“You’re ordering? I thought Ms. Simone was cooking.”
“I’ll be surprised if she wakes up for dinner. How was your day, Case? Did you learn anything?” Anthony asked, moving on to the next child.
He shrugged and picked up the television remote. “Nothing new. Was Daisy good today?” he asked.
“Daisy is always good.”
My boys scoffed. If you asked them, they’d tell you that Daisy was Hell on Wheels because she was going through her Terrible Twos, but they had their moments, too.
“Any news on the nanny?” Anthony asked as he removed the bows from Nori’s hair, letting down her pigtails.
I plopped down on the couch next to him and rested my head on the back of the sofa.
“I had another cancellation,” I sighed.
“That’s unfortunate. Do you have any more lined up?” I held up a finger. “I hope it works out.”
“But what if it doesn’t?”
“After school care and daycare just like everybody else.”
I shook my head, not thrilled about possibly enrolling Daisy in daycare.
I’m not a snob, and I don’t think daycare is too good for Daisy, but the workers barely make a livable wage, which isn’t fair. I rather my money goes directly to the employee and not into the pocket of some dickhead franchise corporation.
“How was Daisy?” I asked, detracting from my nanny problems.
“Mmmmm. Do you want the good news or the bad news?”
“Fuck. Give me the bad news.”
“The bad news is that Daisy wanted a toy that Nori was playing with. The girls started fighting, and Daisy was popped in the head with said toy. She cried; I iced it and gave her a treat. They went back to playing as if Nori didn’t try to bludgeon her.”
