My 11-Year-Old Son Urged Me to Put a Camera in the Basement — “The Nanny Does Strange Things Down There”
The Basement Door I used to think betrayal would come with sirens. A crash. A shatter. Some loud, unmistakable rupture in reality.But mine arrived on a Tuesday morning, in pajamas, over a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios. “Mom,” my son Ethan said, spoon hovering mid-air, “Talia does bad things in the basement.” The sentence landed …