It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon. Mrs. Nancy Sims and two of her female companions were sitting around the plush table in her living room having tea and talking about the latest gossip around the small town of Fairwood. It was quite an old fashioned town in many ways despite it's share of modern chain stores. Most of the people in Fairwood were quite wealthy thanks in part to a massive contingent of doctors and lawyers throughout the town. As a result, most of the women didn't work. In the case of Mrs. Sims, she was a nanny for hire who ran a small babysitting service out of her beautifully decorated mansion. Today she was watching little Danny. The sweet young toddler had just turned two years old about a month ago and was quite a handful. The young women doted on him every time they came over for tea on Sundays. They showered him with baby talk and plenty of tickeling games. Now that he was entering his "terrible two's phase," Nancy needed all the help she could get with the little tyke. Today was one of those days.
"Oh isn't this sweater adorable Layla darling?" Cheered Mrs. Sims holding up the garmet that Kimberly Atkins had spend many weeks making.
Kimberly blushed as her long time friend handed the sweater over to Layla Hill. She wasn't used to such compliments from anyone else.
"It's simply marvelous Mrs. Sims. I'm sure it will fit little Danny quite comfortably during those chilly autumn days outside." Layla beamed with pleasure.
Layla respected Mrs. Sims for her fine work as a nanny. Though Mrs. Sims was still in her early 30's, she seemed to have a lifetime of knowlege when it came to children - especially infants. She loved watching Nancy breast feed and play with little Danny. He was the cutest little boy - except when he made accidents in his diaper. Danny wasn't the brighest little baby by any means. He would continuously babble and drool while he watched cartoons on the TV. He knew only a few words like "mommy," "nanny," "candy," and "pee pee" (for when he had accidents). The rest of the time he was mostly prone to fussing and getting into things that he had no business getting into.
As the women continued their usual afternoon gossip and chatter, baby Danny toddled into the living room wearing the cutest blue cartoon t-shirt and disposable diaper with Sesame Street designs. It made the usual raspy noise whenever he walked which was a tell tale sign that he was nearby - alerting the young women to his presence. He had the softest baby skin and the cutest dimples whenever he smiled. His smooth, milky white complexion translated into the nicest pair of little legs and feet. His hair was sandy blonde and curled up in the back. The little tot plopped down on his pamper covered rump and began watching TV. He yelled quite loudly and clapped his hands together when his favorite cartoon came on.
"Isn't he the most adorable little boy you ever saw girls?" Chimed Mrs. Sims.
"He certainly is Nancy. He's such a sweetie. Just look at his cute lil' t-shirt." Replied Layla.
"Isn't it time for his feeding?" Asked Kimberly inquisitively.
"Yes indeed I almost forgot! He hasn't been fed since before church." Answered Mrs. Sims. "He's probably very hungry."
Nancy Sims walked over to the little baby boy and waited patiently for the next commercial break to come on so as not to upset him. Then she scooped the little tot up under each of his precious little armpits and gently placed a loving hand underneath his pamper for support. No wetness. That was good. The other women followed her into the kitchen. They watched intently as Danny's soft little legs dangled at the side of his nanny's voluptuous body. His precious baby feet brushed gently against her sides and his arms clung instinctively around her neck and shoulders for support. Nancy Sims had a very nice figure. She was strong in stature and had the nicest pair of ripe breasts - a prerequisite for most nannys as breast feeding was a large part of their daily tasks with children close to his age. Her hair was dark brown and quite lengthy reaching down her back. It was well kept and had a beautiful luster and sheen to it. Mrs. Sims was quite meticulous about her appearence - even when she wasn't in the presence of her wealthy husband. She took her role as a nanny very seriously and it showed. The other women (particularly Layla) were aspiring to be full time nannies as well, so Mrs. Sims did the best she could to let them in on the various tasks of caring for baby Danny.
Mrs. Sims placed little Danny gently into his highchair and began to strap him in for support. First one leg. Then the other. The little boy giggled and smiled up at the other girls. As usual, he enjoyed the attention being showered upon him. It was as if he was the center of the universe to these young women. A little pile of baby drool escaped his soft wet lips and dribbled down his chin.
"Oh Kimberly. Would you fetch the baby bib for me please? I think it's in the pantry next to the coat closet." Requested Mrs. Sims.
"Certainly Nancy. It looks like Danny's making 'dribble dribble' again on his shirt....silly boy!"
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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