Received Thursday, October 25, 2007
Hi. I was at the Barnes & Noble in the Hillsdale Mall this afternoon and I witnessed a mean nanny interacting with the little boy she was taking care of. Both of the parties were white. The little boy was about 18 months of age and had on cream colored corduroys and tan hiking boots. The nanny was in her early twenties and had thin, brown hair pulled back in to a ponytail and wore a purple sweatshirt ties around her waist and a blue short sleeved shirt with a collar. As I was near the nanny, I saw that she was wading through the aisles looking for books for herself. She continued to say, "come, come now" when she wanted to move on. I am not sure but she may have had a slight accent, but I could not distinguish from where. The child did not consistently follow her directive. While I was across the aisle from her in a different section I saw her say, "okay, come, come now". I knew this to mean she was ready to move on. The little boy was not paying her any attention so she scooted to the next aisle quickly. The child realized that she was gone and went looking for her. The child followed her to the next aisle where she was, but the nanny ducked in to the next aisle. This was not a fun game as I saw the look of terror on the boy's face. I pretended not to notice until it was unavoidable that I intervene. The little boy had started crying. The nanny was now in the next aisle across the way and giggling to herself (even though the child was crying). I said to her, "Excuse me, he's quite scared". She said to me, "he's not scared, we're playing". She was obviously caught off guard and went to him. She stood next to him and patted the top of his head. I continued to stare at her with a look, 'what is wrong with you' and she turned the other way and walked away with the child. I just want to reiterate that this little boy was following your nanny from aisle to aisle so she could look at her book choices. She wasn't holding his hand. His behavior was rather exceptional. The nanny had a way about her that made me think she didn't even like the child. When he was crying, I- a stranger wanted to pick him up. She simply patted his head. He wasn't crying like a brat. He was crying like a scared little boy. I never saw her with a stroller which I thought was strange. I regret that I didn't follow them until they left the mall to see if they drove and get their licence plate number. I do not have a good feeling about this nanny. I am racking my brain trying to think what else I could remember about the nanny to let you know she is your nanny.