Panamanian Nanny

Thanks to everyone for allowing me some needed time off. We just got back from Panama, an interesting crossroad of cultures formerly ruled by a dictator, and I think we may have finally found our nanny. Through a frail old interpreter (he appeared to be 95, both in age and in pounds), we asked her a series of questions that she was quite forthright in answering and I just knew she was the one. Here in the middle of this pale gray room under the watchful eye of this man who looks to be none-other-than Manuel Noriega himself, we BOTH knew she'd try and hide out with her prima.  we've now been told they should have her extradited within the next few months. Gonna be good to have her back in the states... with our little baby Aaron.