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You may not be able to read that without clicking on it to blow it up; here's what it says under "Comments":
Took his shoes off before chapel, pooped in pants during centers and pulled B--- and C---'s ears because he didn't like what they were doing.
Now, take a look at what it says under the "My mood was" section:
Mostly in a good mood
He had a shoe-removing tantrum, pooped his pants, and pulled not just one, but two people's ears because he didn't like what they were doing, and that was on a day when he was in a mostly good mood. I'd say we owe Mrs. Easton a steak dinner, but by this point in the school year, I think we owe her a steak restaurant.
He had a shoe-removing tantrum, pooped his pants, and pulled not just one, but two people's ears because he didn't like what they were doing, and that was on a day when he was in a mostly good mood. I'd say we owe Mrs. Easton a steak dinner, but by this point in the school year, I think we owe her a steak restaurant.
2 comments:
OMG. OMG. OMG. This is so funny to me... because it's not my child. (I adore Mrs. Easton - God gave her gifts he DID NOT give me.)
It takes a very special kind of person to be a preschool teacher. Those ladies AMAZE me.
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