It was 11pm as you waited for Charles to return home from a long weekend of racing. You had tucked his son into bed a few hours earlier, but it was always hard to get the 2 year old to sleep when he knew his Daddy was coming home. But that was part of being his nanny.

As you were about to doze off on the couch, the door clicked open, and in walked a bedraggled looking Charles. "Hey, I'm really sorry I'm late,"