Am I The Nanny?

One of the nannies at our playground, a woman I’ve seen and chatted with (as much as possible given our language barrier) for almost a year, asked me yesterday if I’m Boobaby’s nanny. Manny. Whatever.

I’m not sure how to feel. Cool, that she realizes that men can be nannies. Not so cool, the idea that a man who comes to the playground so often with a baby is probably being paid for it.