"I worked as a professionally trained nanny for many different families. Kids do say some strange things, but most can be shrugged off. Yet there was only one family that, after just one day, I vowed to never work for again. Two kids, a girl about 7 years old, and a boy about 18 months. They were absolute angels when I went for the interview and 'getting to know you' session. So, first day on the job. The mom leaves, and immediately the baby starts sobbing, the most terrified, heartbreaking wails you've ever heard. Way beyond normal separation anxiety. I'm trying all my tricks and songs to sooth him and I ask the older child if he had a favorite movie we could put on. She goes to the TV cabinet, and comes back with a stack of horror movies. I calmly explained I meant something more like Barney or Sesame Street. She got angry and said 'we don't watch that garbage.' I refused to let her put any of the violent films on, so she went to the corner to pout. Still, the baby is shrieking. This went on a while. Eventually, I could smell the baby had a dirty diaper. Every time I went near him, his screams turned ear piercing. I thought eventually he would tire out and sleep, but no. At my wits end, I gave in and called the mother. No answer. By this point I was almost in tears too. Finally, he calmed a bit, to hiccuping sobs,and I managed to get him to lay down on the changing pad on the floor. So as I'm on my knees on the floor changing the baby, I hear a sound behind me, turn to find the little girl holding an enormous butcher knife. She looks me in the eye with a dead serious look and says, 'Let's play Chucky.' Carefully kept myself between her and the baby, said 'No sweetheart, that's not a toy. Let's put it away now, ok?' She looked very disappointed, but handed the knife over and went back to playing with her toys. After putting it away and taking a few deep breaths, I went back to the baby. He hadn't moved, still laying on the changing pad brokenhearted sobbing. Finished changing him, still bent down on the floor trying to sooth him. Suddenly the little girl came running over, jumped on the sofa behind me, then jumped on my back. I was wearing a hooded sweatshirt, she pulled the hood over my head and started trying to choke me with it. Fortunately still just a tiny girl and me a full grown adult, it wasn't terribly difficult to throw us back on the sofa and dislodge her, although she did get best to choke me, and I'm doing my best not to hurt her. Between the hysterical toddler and murderous girl, I'm sorely tempted to just run out the door. 'I am the adult.' I reminded myself. Turned to the girl and firmly told her 'go to your room, you are in time out.' I held my breath, sure she would defy me. She glared and said 'You're going to jail,' then went to her room and closed the door. Finished cleaning up the still sobbing baby when I heard a huge THUMP noise from the girls room. Ran there to find she had locked the door, and from the sound of it she was running across the room, then flinging herself against the door, over and over. I imagined she would be covered in bruises, and I would get the blame. I could see the police coming to get me, and no one would believe the story of this day. Fortunately as part of my training we'd been trained in how to pop most interior locks, so it only took a few minutes to open the door, but she jumped against it more than a dozen times. When I opened it, she ran and jumped on her bed and started shrieking into the pillows. I sat in the corner where I could see both her and the baby, and cried. Eventually the toddler calmed and started playing with his toys, the girl began playing with her dolls. I made them lunch and mostly watched without trying to interact, and they were fine. If I went within 10 feet of the toddler, he would start the terrified shrieking again, so I put juice cups and snacks on a low table for him and kept my distance. When the Mom came home (3 hours late without calling) I informed her that it wasn't going to work out, gave an abbreviated report of the day, and hauled tail out of there. She later called and apologized, laughed about the 'rough day' and assured me they would be fine when they got to know me better. I politely but firmly declined. For the next couple years ever so often the mom would call and beg me to come back. Apparently they had much difficulty keeping caregivers" (Source).