Nanny Diaries: Heating Things Up

Being a nanny means being ready for anything, and when you take care of three boys that "anything" usually means chaos. Take last week, for example. The boys were playing with a slingshot inside the house -which I had already talked to them about -and S shot a plastic toy barrel into the open fireplace. I went to get it out and realized that it had caught on fire (gas fireplaces always have a small flame so no matches are needed). The boys didn't believe me until it made smoke (pretty sure plastic smoke is toxic?). I told M to go grab the tongs he was playing with earlier from the kitchen, and he stood there staring in disbelief. I had to raise my voice to arouse him from his comatose state, at which he promptly ran full steam into the kitchen and returned with the tongs. I asked S, who had shot the toy, to grab a cup of water from the kitchen, and ended up having to repeat the same performance as with M. I grabbed the toy with the tongs, plunged it into the water, and threw it away as soon as possible so the smoke didn't fill the air. I told the boys to leave the room as I put the flaming toy into the water, at which M asked, "if it's toxic, why are you staying in here?" at which I replied that it was my job to make sure everything was taken care of. I opened the windows and back door, turned on the fan, and started to spray the room with Glade. M brought in the Glade from the bathroom and practically soaked the carpet with the bottle. The room cleared up pretty quickly and no damage was done, although the air smelled royally funky (the mix of dog, burnt plastic and two different scents of Glade was particularly intriguing). S and I called their dad and told him what happened, and I wrote it down just in case. Needless to say, I don't think they'll be using the slingshot inside again. At least not this week.

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