While Noah’s new day care earns big points for inclusiveness of GLBT families, they aren’t earning them quite so well on some of the basics.

Friday one of the little girls in Noah’s class was allowed to stay there sick. Her diaper was being changed when we arrived, and although I am not a doctor, her diaper rash looked a lot like the one Noah had when we had thrush.

On my way out, I raised my concern to the owner. She dismissively explained to me that the child in question was on antibiotics. Since Noah’s thrush came into being BECAUSE his course of antibiotics got the good flora and fauna of his system out of whack, this was not so reassuring.

Yesterday morning, his teachers told me that the owner interrogated them on Friday, wanting to know how I knew she had a rash. Um. It was visible to the naked eye. I walked into the room and a shrieking child was having her diaper changed — I glanced her direction and saw that her entire diaper area was covered with an bumpy red rash.

And breakfast yesterday was white toast.