Childbasher?

Today is anglosaxy junior's first day alone in the hands of a complete stranger. Yep. We hired a nanny to look after him 4 days a week, while me and mrs. anglosaxy go out and earn the bacon (oink, oink, kerchinnnng!). I like to think of myself as a fairly cool parent, not getting too hysterical about anything, and persuaded the missus that we don't need a surveillance camera watching the nanny's every move...

In Israel recently, there have been cases of nanny's taking the piss and slapping the crap out of the kids they're supposed to be looking after and it seems to have created a whole new industry in spy cams and listening devices (not that the Israelis are new to the surveillance industry, of course...), specifically geared towards nanny-minding. But no, we resisted the idea, mainly because my intuition, which is a finely-tuned instrument and is well respected by the missus, reckons that she'll be fine.

But still, that moment when I walked out of the house, leaving him alone in there...