Jill called me tonight as she was getting ready to put Noah to bed.

Over dinner, they talked about who is friends at day care are. (Awwwwwwwwwe.)

Then she asked about his teachers.

Noah got quiet.

“Is Miss So-And-So one of your teachers?”

Noah answered.

“Miss So-And-So scary.”

Scary!

Jill pressed for details, which Noah did not provide.

But the same Miss So-And-So was the subject of a “we used to go there but our kid was terrorized” horror story I heard over dinner out a couple of weeks ago.

I think that we have 6+ months to figure out WTF to do with day care for Baby Blur, and in the mean time, Noah cannot stay at this SCARY day care where he gets f*ing INJURED. TWICE. In one week.

In the mean time, I’ll try not to cry until I get home.