Some voted for pre-pre-pre-school a week or so after the infant's arrival on this plane. Others thought both parents should be with the child 24/7 for at least 3 months, in order to properly bond and 'imprint' on the nipper. Some even voted for military school once the neonate had reached the 6 months-old mark. My sister and parents rallied for baby care conducted by trained nanny.
Indeed, my sister had been contentedly swaddled, corrected and tutored on life's mysteries and society's dictums by Tink, our family's beloved tin caretaker who was with us for 17 years, until she succumbed to the ravages of rust. Unfortunately, I recall her second hand, as I was a toddler when she passed. At her request, she was smelted into a lovely tea set that still graces my parents' mantle.
The images herein are shots of Tink in her prime. She attributed her glowing exterior to daily ingestion of a quart of WD-40.
["Tinker the remote-controlled robot was the work of inventor David Weston from Yorkshire <1966>. His metal friend could wash the car, take the baby for a stroll down the road, go on a shopping expedition and weed the garden. However, all of of these tasks had to be done within 200 metres of David’s garage, where he controlled Tinker through a control panel." source: MessyNessyChic]
*The phrase "Monday Memories" purloined from fae friend Bonnie Ramsburg of the Ohio realm
