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fuel to my fire

i picked claire up from daycare yesterday. our conversation involves a review of the day's events. let me interject by saying i received no phone calls and all was calm when i picked them up. claire was doing tangegoes and mya was playing with another little person. loved both sights. fast forward--claire got wet on the slide and being the top notch mom that i am, neglected to include undies in her extra set of clothes. needless to say, she was going commando. that conversation lead to claire's report of, "jacob has a straight bum." hmmm. and how, exactly, do you know that??!!! we've talked at length about people who should see her bum and who she can accompany to the bathroom, etc. i try not to be over the top protective, but i want to give her the language and knowledge to know what is and is not okay. this conversation has made me a wee bit concerned. she loves the cdc, but i am making a list and checking it twice. three strikes and they may be out.

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Taylor said…
I don't have kids yet but that would have me fuming.. maybe there is some misunderstanding, though. I hope the new CDC grows on y'all and you settle in. :)
Erin said…
Kara,

my last comment was deleted but I still have a question - what is a cdc?

ERin
Kara said…
sorry. acronyms!! child development center.
Erin said…
ahhh....that makes sense! I know you are frustrated and truly worried that your kids aren't getting the level of care and attention that you are used to (since your last daycare was fantastic) but I am hopeful that things will turn around for you. :)

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