Why not? We have the room. I can't say I've ever been trusted to be a nanny before, though.

[Waltaquin is messing with the cabana lava lamp, looking for the "peaceful convalescence" color...maybe. She ends up picking yellow.

He may be on bed rest, but it seems much easier for him to communicate. She wouldn't feel guilty holding a conversation with him anyway, but now she doesn't have a reason to, either. Hooray!]

This'll put a damper on our plans to get into some trouble, I reckon.