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A woman named Molly Wilde, stuffed an infant into an oven after she couldn’t handle the colicky baby’s cries anymore. The boy was discovered when a neighbor drunkenly knocked on the door to inquire about the smell of the amazing roast wafting from next door.

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When I first began nannying I figured it’d be a piece of cake but little did I know that I would become well versed in Doc McStuffins and be cleaning up bodily fluids that only my nursing friends had experienced.

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She told me that other nannies had done a better job before me, for less. I told her that those women didn’t know their value.

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Think of the responsibility! Think of the patience! Think of the ability to bring in treats for your coworkers just because!

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I am supposed to see myself in that proverbial image of the woman in the slim skirt suit with the briefcase in one hand, the martini glass in the other, a baby cradled in her arm, and an exasperated look on her face.