After sharing my first AIBS post with friends and family a few other experiences that I had left out were brought to my attention, and as such I felt obliged to share them with y’all as well.
For the first two years after I split from my ex I used the on-post Summer Day care for my children. It was inexpensive and really worked with my work schedule. My children seemed to enjoy it, but some of the reports that I would receive back from the counselors concerned me a bit.
Counselor: Oh Chief, your kids are just delightful, your daughter did stand up comedy for the talent show we did today. Did she really tell some women that she’s not just like her mom, because she’s not tired of putting up with your crap yet?
Me: Where do you get delightful from that?
Counselor: Have you heard about her corporation? She has Shannon Sharp doing inspirational speaking for them. What an imagination!
Me: Sounds like she got those contractual obligations out of the way.
Counselor: Huh?
Me: She better hope so, otherwise he might have grounds to sue her.
Counselor: Shannon Sharp is going to sue your daughter?
Me: You know what, I think I’ve said too much. You better ask her attorneys if you have any more questions.
At that point I couldn’t keep a straight face any more.
Last year I decided to utilize a different form of day care for my children while I worked. A nice woman with 7 children of her own had an ad out in the paper to do daycare at her home. Since my work schedule had changed and I worked weekends I needed a place that would support that new schedule, as the post day care was Mon-Fri. This woman was and is wonderful. Some of her children are around the ages of my kids, and she has some older children that help her.
The sitter’s eight year-old daughter, Averie, developed a crush on my 10 year-old son. It was cute and harmless, or so both my son and I thought.
For my son’s last birthday he received a Nintendo DSI, which has a voice record function. I picked my son up from daycare the one day, and from the back seat I hear this little eight year-old’s voice:
Ohhhhhhh, (insert my son’s name here), I loooove youuuuu sooooooo baaaaaaad. Ohhhhhhhhh I want to tickle your wee-wee! MMMMMmmmmm (insert son’s name here) I’m going to make you mine. I love you sooooooooooo baaaaaaaaaad!
My son was even more shocked then I was. He had no idea that this little girl had recorded that on his DS, and had just heard it for the first time as well.
The conversation with the sitter the next day was probably the 2nd most uncomfortable thing I’ve ever experienced.
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