My
nanny's two parakeets just died. But my seven-year-old daughter,
Erika, who liked to take care of the birds and had been the one to
christen them Blueberry and Lemon (because they were blue and yellow,
natch), doesn't know yet. The nanny came up with some crazy story
about how Blueberry is sick and at the vet, and Lemon is staying at the
pet store so she won't be lonely while Blueberry is away.
Even I knew this wasn't right. Today I gave the nanny the ultimatum: tell Erika, or I will.
Maybe some guidelines from an expert would make it easier on both of them.
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