A Delicious photo of my youngest (and most precious) Little Jimmy.

 

As I recall, this incident led my husband Jim and me to rethink the continued employment of our rather sinister nanny Mrs. Baylock and on to the hiring (and sudden, unexplained departures) of a series of governesses - ending (for the time being) with our beloved Mrs Whipcrack. Say what you will about nazis, but sometimes the best child-rearing can only come from someone with ex-gestapo on their resume.