Ruling By Fear

Food Emporium, 1st Avenue, Tuesday 8pm

A small boy is running in circles around a produce display, unspooling about 50 feet of plastic bags.

Young Mother: You had just better start behaving right this minute or tomorrow morning I’m getting on the phone and calling in Mean Nanny for the rest of the week. Do you want that? Do you want to spend the rest of this entire week with Mean Nanny? Do you?

Small Boy (stopping dead in his tracks): I’ll be good.

I think I’d like to meet Mean Nanny. I bet she rocks.