Absolved
The mixed changing room is closed.
“Will you be okay on your own in the ladies?” I ask the five-year-old.
“Yeah.”
“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.”
“Okay.”
“Is there anyone else in there?”
Silence.
“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
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