Received Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Where: Harbor Island Playground / Mamaroneck, NY
When: Tues, May 12, approximately 5PM
Nanny: Black woman, short, tight Afro, light blue Capri pants, white t-shirt with lace on it. light blue flat slide-in shoes.
Child: Child of about 6 yo, white, brown hair, in two braids, yellow shirt with big mushroom on it and paisley design inside mushroom, blue jeans with a roll at the bottom, plain white tennis shoes, white short socks.
Incident: This isn't really a huge deal. I don't know. Depends on what you think. If it were my nanny, I would be pissed. The nanny sat on a bench, which is fine, the child is older enough to play on her own. The child then needed to go to the bathroom and came and asked the nanny to take her. The nanny said, "you can walk, you know where it is" and the little girl went on her own. I am not that familiar with the park, but from my vantage point, I saw the child leave the playground on a path and walk all the way to a building by the water where the boats are. I saw her circle the building twice. This was a distance of about a football field. There were maintenance men there and other men dealing with boats and things. My child needed assistance so I was helping the child on the playground and about ten minutes later, I saw the girl come out of a building that was closer to the playground. Much closer. I still don't know where the bathroom is. That little girl was petite and cute and there is no way in hell I would let her walk all that way over by the WATER by herself. (It's a marina). Clearly, the nanny should have made sure she knew where the bathroom was. The nanny had an attitude with the child where the nanny was like a drill Sargent, IE don't argue with me. One other thing I noticed is the nanny called the child over to the bench, her permanent perch and gave her an empty vitamin water bottle and pointed at the garbage can. Didn't even speak. The child gave her a look like, "you called me over here for this" and she spun around to go back to the friend who she was playing with. The nanny reached out and grabbed on of her braids, stopping the girl in her tracks. I don't know how much it hurt, but she gave the child a serious drill Sergeant look and held out the bottle and the child dutifully took it and trotted over to the garbage can to throw it out for the nanny.