Choosing a pre-school is a really important step for parents. There are hoards of things to consider- should little Timmy be placed in a more academic or social environment? Will you accept little Janey even though she's pushing 5 and not yet potty trained? Is it a problem that my dear, sweet angel has an affinity for biting, screaming, kicking, and devil-worship? The list goes on. However, as I rode the bus to campus yesterday morning, I passed perhaps the most interesting pre-school sign I've ever seen: "St. James Pre-school 'Can Do Kids.'"
...Wow. If that isn't a trait for which I'd look in a pre-school, I just don't know what is.
I'd like to believe they were going for the opposite of "Can't do kids." Such as those that surrounded me from grades K through, well... I'm in grad school and still haven't found out how to avoid them. Regardless, you'd think with all the controversy surrounding members of the clergy and their fondness for little boys, you'd find a better slogan for your religious school than "Can Do Kids."
Friday, January 29, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Baby Got Black
Yesterday, I almost stole a black baby from a city bus. Well, technically I didn’t almost steal him. Nor was he really a baby, per se. He had to be pushing two. Possibly two and a half. I digress. Regardless, he was quite possibly the most remarkably adorable child I have ever seen. If you know me, that’s saying a lot. For me, spending time with most babies is akin to allowing wild dogs to gnaw at my limbs while I’m forced to watch repeats of Jersey Shore. But here was this child, whose mom gave new definition to the word “B-I-A-T-C-H,” waving his hands and composing songs about his pluggie and other passengers, effectively making my 17-minute commute all worthwhile. He even tried to get off the bus with me, to which the driver replied, “She don’t want you.” It was the single most heartbreaking moment of my life. Unless of course you count that time they discontinued the all-banana Tootsie Roll Pop.
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