I'll come clean

And admit, if there's a story about Prince George on my news feed, I click. I have a thing for healthy, plump, and impossibly rich babies.



But if we can move the spotlight from my dubious interests and attentions, then let's focus on the Royal nanny. She's Mary Poppins -- I mean, the real one, from the book. Look at the stance, the shoulders, the feet.



As a child, I always wanted a Mary Poppins -- someone who would dole out discipline with one hand and take me sky-riding on balloons with the other.

But that just didn't happen in the Brea sub-divisions. Much to my disappointment, and surprise.