D POV
Nanny McPhee took us to the beach (A/N NO IDEA WHAT THE PLACE IS CALLED). Simon was flying his kite, the rest of the girls were playing with the sand , Nanny McPhee was sitting down with Aggy, watching us, Seb was having trouble with his kite, while Eric and me were looking at some underwater creatures. Though really, he was finding an excuse to splash me. I had to take off my glasses and give them to Nanny McPhee. Nanny McPhee noticed Seb's struggling and untied the rope, using magic of course.
Nanny McPhee cleared her throat. "Children, your father has asked me to tell you there's a mrs. Quickly coming for tea tomorrow."
"Nanny McPhee," Seb called.
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"Could you stop Papa from marrying a horrid old stepmother?"
"I'm afraid not."
"Even if you wanted to?" Chrissie asked.
"Even if I wanted to."
"That's just terrible, Nanny McPhee. They are wonderful but will turn into cranky old people in a matter of minutes," I said.
"Dana," Eric sighed.
"What, it's true. You're always cranky when you don't eat chocolate at least twenty times a day. Stepmothers never give their step kids any treats"
"I cannot interfere with affairs of the heart, children. Perhaps Simon could talk him into it."
"He wouldn't listen," Simon reasoned.
"It wouldn't hurt to try, would it?" I asked hopefully.