So, as most of you know, I've been away from the Dictator for four days....only three more to go until I see her beautiful face. Monday, The Dictator comes with Nanny Mimi (who will hang with us for a week) in Scottsdale Arizona where I am staying for the month (And The Dictator will stay with me for the remainder.)
Of course, I get regular updates. Like today, for example, I was told that The Dictator showed up to her "music class" wearing a ridiculous outfit. (I have spies everywhere.)
Supposedly, The Dictator arrived with green pants, an orange vest (where'd she even get that?) and a striped shirt. Gaaa! (And I'm saying this from afar.)
I discussed this issue with The Fiance over lunch. "Well, she always looks good when you dress her," he said. "What do other people do?" What he meant was, do other nannies dress the kids or do the parents lay out the clothes for their nannies to put on their kids?
I had no clue. Usually, Nanny Mimi dresses The Dictator. She usually looks ok to me.
So I called my good friend who also has a nanny. "So do you lay out the clothes, or do you let your nanny choose what he wears?" I asked.
"Usually, she'll dress him. But sometimes I'll say, 'Dress him cute' and her definition of 'cute' and mine is obviously very different."
I know, I know, I shouldn't care that The Dicator showed up to her music class looking like a clown. (That wasn't my word. 'Clown' was my spies word.) I know it doesn't matter what she wears. I know all of this already.
And I usually wouldn't care so much that The Dictator was dressed like a clown, except, well, she also clocked someone. Yes, that's right. The Dictator slapped another two year old in class.
I don't like the hitting thing. I know, also, that it's their age. "At least she was the one doing the clocking," The Fiance said, trying to calm me down.
But that's not what I was thinking. I don't want The Dictator to hit other kids! I don't want her to be dressed like a clown when I go out of town! I definitely don't want her to hit other kids WHILE dressed like a clown.
I don't want The Dictator to be known as "that girl who dresses like a clown and clocks other people."
See? This is what I've been telling The Fiance. How can a mother relax on vacation while worrying about stuff like this?