The mixed changing room is closed.
“Will you be okay on your own in the ladies?” I ask the five-year-old.
“Cool. Shout if you need me.”
She ambles in.
She shouts my name.
“What?” I shout back.
“There’s a fire extinguisher in here.”
“Do not touch the fire extinguisher.”
“Is there anyone else in there?”
“Is there anyone else in there?!”
I hear the sound of a fire extinguisher being discharged, and a hollow thud as it strikes the floor.
“Yes”, comes the reply, “she just set off the fire extinguisher.”
The Male Nanny