September 10, 2021

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The Nanny Episode 1

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πŸ’πŸ’ THE NANNY πŸ’†πŸ’†

[Babysitting his crazy children πŸ˜ͺ πŸ˜ͺ]

πŸ”₯Episode one πŸ”₯

πŸ˜‹ Steve πŸ˜‹

“Daddy! Daddy! Come help me build my dollhouse!” Jenna, my second daughter yelled and jumped on me.

“But Jenna, daddy doesn’t have time for that now” I said with a face of discomfort.

I was so stressed out πŸ˜ͺ.

“No! I want you to build it now!” She yelled louder and I got up from my chair with a groan.

I reluctantly followed her as she dragged me along to her room.

I saw the dollhouse and it was a pile of rubbles.

Oh my God! She hasn’t even done a single thing!

“I thought you had started already!” I yelled in frustration.

“But I don’t know how to build it” She said and threw me her puppy eyes.

Eight year old devil!

“Ok, give it to me!” I said gritting my teeth and dragged the screw driver from her.

Ok…. How does this work again?

“Don’t tell me you don’t know how to do it” She said and covered her mouth.

“Shut up, I can” I said in defence.

“Omg! Dad you can’t couple a dollhouse together!” She exclaimed and started laughing hard.

“I….. I….. Where did you learn to say omg?” I asked trying to divert the topic.

“Daddy doesn’t know how to build a little girl’s dollhouse!” She exclaimed louder and ran out, probably to tell the rest of her siblings.

I rolled my eyes and sat down on the chair.

In a few moments all my five children were there, laughing.

“Don’t you guys have homework?” I said with an eye roll.

I had already covered my face with my hand because I was ashamed.

“Daddy doesn’t know how to fix a dollhouse!” They all started singing.

“Arrrggh!” I groaned and got up.

“Daddy don’t leave” Anna my first daughter said.

She was the most mature and she was only ten.

“Sorry dear, but I need to clear my head now, I’ll be back in a sec” I said and handed a box of cookies I pulled out of my coat pocket to her.

She giggled and ran off to her room.

“You know I must follow you, dad” Little Ethan, my six year old third child said and held onto me.

“Great, now listen, if you wanna follow daddy, go get daddy his mask from his room” I said patting him in the back.

“Yay!!” He whooped and ran off.

He soon came back with the mask.

“Good boy, now come along” I said and we walked out hand in hand.

We got to the limo and we both got in.

“Where to Sir?” The driver asked facing me.

“Fantastic Fun land!” Ethan exclaimed loudly and I let out a sigh.

“Fantastic Fun land it is” I said with another sigh and the driver let out a chuckle.

“Yay!” Ethan whooped once more while I put on my mask.

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We soon got to Fantastic fun land and entered.

I paid for the tickets and Ethan ran in.

Thanks to my mask, no one recognized me, so I went to a secluded area of the eatery and sat while Ethan mixed among his peers in the playground.

I was about drifting to sleep when a waitress came to me.

She looked at me weirdly before speaking.

“What would you like to have Sir?” She asked after clearing her throat.

“Just a bottle of orange juice would do” I said with a gruffy voice and she scribbled it down before walking away.

Just then someone walked towards me and sat beside me.

He was also wearing a mask, so I gathered that he was probably a celebrity.

“Hey man” He said and bought out his hand for a handshake.

“Please who is this?” I asked still confused.

“It’s me, Daniel” He said and I immediately took the handshake.

“How did you know it was me man?” I asked with a chuckle.

“Ethan” He said and we both laughed.

“That little rascal” I said with a sigh.

“Dude, you should really consider getting a nanny for these kids. They seem like a workload for you” He said with a chuckle.

“Yeah, I’ll really think about it” I said stroking my chin.

πŸ’… Maya πŸ’…

“I’m not mistaking Darcy, I think that’s actually Steve Walters” I said with an excited chuckle.

“Why don’t you go find out, Sherlock” She dared me with an eye roll.

“Fine, I will” I said sticking my tongue out and walked towards him……

TBC…….

How’s that for a start?

 

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