According to a recent survey, Australian parents are ‘seeking nannies with the exuberance of Mary Poppins and Mrs. Doubtfire’ to care for their children.
Let me get this straight - grown, well-educated adults are looking for cross-dressing impostors and witch-like heathens to guard their loved ones?
If I interviewed a prospective nanny and she looked anything remotely like a man, there would be no need to check the references.
And we all know that ‘spoonful of sugar’ is just street slang for crystal meth.
Other favourites listed in the survey included Maria from The Sound of Music, Supernanny and Alice from The Brady Bunch.
Surely they can’t be serious??
After 13 years of religious education take my word for it, an ex-nun with a guitar wears thin very quickly.
Does anyone remember the Brady’s dog Tiger? The one that just disappeared one episode never to be seen again? Next time you see Alice, ask her if she has any recollections of it or if she could perhaps provide a DNA sample.
And as for Supernanny – anyone who looks like a porn star would not be looking after my kids. Actually scratch that, any one who looks like a British porn star would not be looking after my kids.
So despite my faith in the Australian public never wavering, I have to admit, I’m disappointed who they’d leave in charge of their children.
For me though, there can be only one choice.
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