A Word of Advice

Lets say you're a nanny in a rich family in London in 1902. Actually, you're not a nanny, you're the nanny's assistant. And the head nanny is crazy go nuts. Lock the kids in their rooms all day, drugs the baby so he won't cry, etc... One night, you wake up and the baby is dead. Really sad. But the head nanny freaks out because she's already had one of the kids die on her watch. So when she goes to tell the family, she doesn't actually tell them, she just babbles a lot of random nonsense, runs back to her room, grabs her stuff and bolts. So you're left with a dead baby, the family doesn't know, and actually the parents are in India, the only family at home is the niece of the parents. So the little boy comes to you and tells you you should bring your baby (because you have one, and he's staying with this Polish lady on the other side of town and your family can't know that you have a baby because...scandal!) and substitute it for the other baby who has now passed on. NOW. That was complicated. But if a 6 year old boy suggested this crazy scheme to you, would you actually do it? NO! Of course not! What in the world was this girl thinking? Ok, now watch Berkeley Square, a British miniseries about nannies in turn of the century London.

And when the really sweet old polish lady tries to talk some sense into you and tells you that you can't just substitute one baby for another, LISTEN TO HER!!!!!! Please.