4' Stench

On the ride home yesterday sitting across from me was a Nanny holding a 2-3 year old little boy with 5-7 year old skinny redhead girl next to her. The small boy had on a pair of baby gap jeans and a Ralph Lauren striped shirt while the sister wore a big floppy bucket hat, light salmon colored pink tube dress with matching pink crocs and a neon pink L.L. Bean lunchbag.
I thought to myself: how cute!
Little did I see this coming next--

After I the first couple stops I noticed that the little girl literally stuck her little pug nose so high in the air that I thought she had somthing wrong with her neck; that was me giving her benefit of the doubt.
What followed after the thrid stop was the tell all dialogue:
"Im really rich- did you know that?" the girl said while playing with the strap on her kahki REI bucket hat to the Nanny. The Nanny just makes eye contact with the girl to let her know she heard her.-pause-I think quietly- It was innocent enough...maybe she doesn't know what she's talking about; just parroting her parents, you can't get mad at a child for that, really(?)...no, i don't think you honestly could.
"When I get home I want to watch the entire Beauty and the Beast movie." The statement stood there for a little while until the Nanny responded in a monotone voice, "Maybe if there is time after dinner and a bath."
"There will be time I know it. And then tomorrow you can drive me to the disney store. I can give you the money to get the Princess crown I want. Now if they don't have Ariel then I want Bell if they don't have that one I want snow white. We will have time tomorrow, right?" She is done playing with her hat and is staring confidently at the Nanny with full satisfaction knowing that the question was rhetorical; she had made another statment.
Oh the art of manipulation and passive aggressiveness...it breaks my heart to see that at such a young age.
Dryly all the Nanny says is, "Maybe." The little boy in her arms is getting restless and starting to fuss so she starts the search for the binky that is at the bottom of the day bag.
Another stop is passed.
The girl straightens up in her seat as if a stroke of genius has just passed over her and puts on this practiced look of contemplation before decidedly saying, "hm...No, if we leave Luke (the toddler brother) at home then we can go together and I dont' have to hand my money to you directly."
The Nanny gives a tired nod of approval then ushers them off the bus at the next stop.

I wanted to tell that little girl that she sounded like a brat of the worst kind. That's one of my fears about becoming a parent... accidently raising kids like that hahaha. blah.