day care

Yesterday, when Matt and I picked up the Lizzard -- which has been a long process recently, as she wants to stay and play a little more. I guess that's a good thing -- her teacher said, "Oh, I need to talk to you guys for a minute." This is rarely a good sign. And it wasn't yesterday. Ms. Sharline, who is an amazing woman -- so positive and cheerful and creative about teaching, and the kids -- said that Lizzy had whacked another kid that day, and was very vociferous. "Don't come over here! I don't WANT to play with you!" she'd yell at the offending friendly advance. Nice. Ms. Sharline was quick to point out that their naptime had been interrupted by a fire alarm, so maybe she was short on sleep. The truth is, Lizzy's been more of a stinker for the past week or two. Not sure why. I can only attribute these things to phases, because the attitudes seem to ebb and flow over weeks and months. We assured the teacher -- if it's an assurance -- that she was being a pickle at home recently, too. She actually gave the boy she considers her current best friend a BLOODY NOSE by busting him with an elephant toy. Ugh.



Ms. Sharline has asked each child what they want to learn more about. The class is going to take a week for each child and dive into the preferred topic. One wonders how they'll spend a week on things like 'sharks' or 'slippers.' 'Cars,' I can see that. And 'staying healthy.' (whose insightful child was THAT?) Lizzy's might be a challenge, too: 'Teddy bears.'
I blame Build-A-Bear for that one.