When my kids were little, we were lucky enough to have nannies to help care for our children. When Annie was a baby and I went back to work, we hired Sandy, a heavy-set Italian woman who spent hours strolling Annie around Boston's North End. Later, when we moved to the suburbs, there was Monica, then Anna from Iowa, then Olga, then Andrea. Our last nanny was Beth. Unfortunately, Beth turned out to be a kleptomaniac. After Beth, we were done with nannies.