Cuernavaca Park in Burlingame, CA

Received Tuesday, July 31, 2007
This incident transpired Monday,(7/30) mid -afternoon at Cuernavaca Park, in the city of Burlingame, CA. The nanny was a mickle to behold. Long, lush locks of dark hue, the delicately lined lips of a cherub and the sweet skin of a honey dew. She wore a red, clingy top that stretched across her body and revealed a slip of her stomache. Her jeans were low rise, presumed stretch denim and worn close to the bone. Her shoes were nondescript and so I cannot say. Her eyebrows seems drawn on at an improbable arch. Although she looked rather lovely in the mid day sun, she was when managing your child, somewhat of a scourge. I witnessed two time outs given for no reason whatsoever, except the nanny was incapable of aquiring cell phone reception and frustrated for that. The little boy wanted to climb the bars and needed undersupport. To him she said, "if you cant do it yourself, you cant do it". Her accent was subtle. A latina, but as fair as the driven snow. The little boy looked sad and lost. He asked her to watch this or watch that, she rolled her eyes and turned abruptly toward the sea. He asked to go home. Claimed he was hungry and his little legs were tired. She said, "in a minute, in a minute". When he fell and scraped his knee ten minutes later, he cried. She said, "now what" with a bored expression and yanked him up by his arm. He was only a boy of 2 or 3. Wearing a bright blue shirt, with a yellow truck on it, cargo style shorts and little, tevo- style sandals. Should I have been a painter looking to paint a beautiful portrait, I might have chosen she. But I was a parent out with my child, not nanny spotting and yet I found her.