“Hey Stace. Take a look at this. It’s right up your alley.”
I glanced up from my book at my roommate Emma, who was holding a newspaper. “What is it?”
She scanned the paper. “This daycare wants pre-k a teacher for their 2-year-old class. This has your name all over it.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Um no thanks.”
“I thought that you wanted to work in childcare.”
“Nooooo, I want to work with children.”
Emma frowned. “Okay. Isn’t teaching the same thing?”
“Nope.” I looked over at her. “I don’t want to have a whole group of ankle biters. I want a nanny job. Preferably, a live in nanny position. That would be better.”
Emma spread her arms. “How cool would that be to have your own little class? They would be so cute. And-”
“Then you do it,” I said, shaking my head. “I don’t have those types of
