Booger's New Teacher

We like our daycare.  It's a cute little building near the local HEB run by really sweet people and is pretty inexpensive.

Whenever we pick up the kids, it seems like all the teacher's know our daughters' names.  Especially so for Booger. 

Because she's loud, and has been there since she was 6-weeks old, and has a tendency to take off her clothes in public.

She's also just a bit of a bully and perhaps she's on the bossy side.  She also hogs the toys and climbs up on all the furniture. It is not unusual for us to get an incident report saying that she got in an argument with another child when she took a toy away from him, and then hit/bit by the retaliating child (and the other way around).   Nor is it unusual to get one saying that she fell and bumped her head when she climbed on top of the table and started jumping and singing.

At snack time, she always finishes all of her cookies before any of the other kids have half of their first one down, and then demands more.

Yeah, all the teachers know my Booger.  It is really cute when she is leaving and hollering at the top of her lungs, "Bye Bye!   Bye Bye everybody!  Have a good weekend!" 

It's really funny when it's a Monday.  Damn, my child is awesome!

We love our daycare, and recently, it seems that they have added a new teacher.  For the last few days, this teacher has been in charge of Booger's class.  Husband is generally in charge of dropping off and picking up the girls, so I have not yet had the encounter her, but for working in a daycare, she doesn't seem to like little kids.

I surmise from speaking with husband that she is something like this:

Twice this week, Husband has brought home dirty clothes in a plastic bag.  Not strange in that our two-year old is potty training.  However, this is the first time that a teacher has sent home the dirty clothes with a large amount of poop in them! 

Ridiculous and disgusting!!!


Here!  Let me reenact a scenario Husband described.

Booger:  DADDY! (comes running up and flailing arms)

Ms. Jerky-Pants: Stay off the tile!  It's wet.

Husband (in gentler voice): Get back on the carpet, Sweetie.  The tile's wet.

Ms. Jerky-Pants: Yeah, the tiles wet.  She peed on it.

Husband: Um... she's two.

Today, Husband brought her home with a full dental impression on her arm.  When he asked about it in the office, they said there had not been an incident report turned in.  He went to ask the teacher, who in formed him that she  instigated it by taking toys away. 

Again, no report? it looks like a screenshot from CSI!

This is getting very uncool, very quickly. 

Here, now look at Grissom!

The only reason I watched that show