She's Had Enough

The other day Claire brought in a toy iPod. It was so attractive that kids were listening to it instead of eating their snack or lunch. I really got on Claire's case, yammering on and on about how she and her friends needed to eat, she shouldn't bring that to school if it's too distracting, blah blah blah...

Claire turned to me after my tirade and said, "Alex, I think you should leave early today."

Sick

I'm sorry, but the first thing I thought of when I saw these barrettes in the store was a new advertisement: "And now, for the pedophiles in your life, the perfect gift!"

Eww. But that's what I thought, so there it is.

Nurse Ratched

Sometimes I feel like Nurse Ratched. I have to give Shelby a new pill for a couple of weeks, much to her dismay. I can usually get it in her, but sometimes she fakes me out like those patients in the movies. You know those ones who pretend to take the pill but really hide it under their tongue or in their cheek till the nurse leaves the room, and then they spit it out?

Shelby does that sometimes. The other day I caught her; I turned around for a second as she was eating her breakfast, and when I turned back around, I saw the offending blue pill back in her food. I shoved it down her throat again, but good. I now check her plate every time.