to have a manny

i've never had a nanny. my younger brother had two, i think. my brother needed a nanny because every meal time, he'd finish his food about one hour after our dishes have been washed. or, he'd be the most unpunctual among his classmates when going to his nursery class. his classroom was in our garage.

i, of course, didn't need a nanny. i ate fast and i was seldom late when going to school. i sometimes fought with the nannies because they didn't want to do what i was ordering them. when i was 6, i told ate magda, "you're terrible!" she said, "i am!" well, what was i supposed to do? so i left it at that. when i was 10, i didn't like that maricel listens to the AM radio drama. i threatened to have her fired. i told my mom about it and said that i'd do the household chores. she didn't fire maricel because she didn't believe i'd do the chores. her instincts must be very strong.

i got my retribution however, when i took money from the piggy bank. mom knew right away that the money was missing. i said i didn't take it. i was a quiet and studious child so she believed me. guess who she thought took the 20 peso coins? i know now that it was bordering to evil, but i was just ten years old and was watching too much mexican telenovelas. so i forgive my childhood self.

now that i think about it, mikmik, the pre-school grandson of my landlady had been successful in accomplishing what i failed to do. two of his nannies resigned because of his attitude. they didn't even have to be fired! i think mikmik is a genius.

i guess we can conclude that i didn't enjoy having the nannies around. i however, would have enjoyed having a male nanny -- a MANNY. i read The Manny Files and i wished i had an intelligent and interesting manny as a kid. it would have been super fun and everyday would have been hilarious. and i wouldn't have plotted to put someone out of job.