Starting with Freaky today. I work in the baby room at a MDO. We have a baby in our class with parents from Iran. Sweet family and beautiful baby. Baby is around 9months old. He does not eat real baby food but instead "soups" his mother makes him. It looks like mush that is made with lentils, peas, potatoes, rice, chicken, and other stuff. Yesterday I heat his soup and then take off the top and there on top are maybe 4 chicken bones. Wendy (my co-worker)and I discuss what to do with the chicken bones. Baby has no teeth and even if he did, who eats chicken bones? So I dig around the bones and feed him the mush. Wendy calls me tonight saying the mother called her wanting to know what the baby ate for lunch. Wendy tells her and she screams "please tell me he did not eat the bones, I sent the wrong bowl!" So who was suppose to eat the chicken bones?
Now to my funny. Daughter's teacher comes to my room and says she asked the kids questions about their mommies for a Mother's Day project. She asked daughter, "What does your mommy want to be when she grows up?" Daughter responds, "A BIG GIRL DANCER!" When asked to clarify her statement, daughter answers, "LIKE ON A POLL OR SOMETHING." My face was beat red. I will try to explain to all of you like I had to explain to her teacher. No, I do not have a poll in my house. No, I have never taken my daughter to Sammy's. No, I do not let her watch poll dancing on television. Yes, SISTER, has taught her to dance. Yes, SISTER, has taught her to poll dance at her house with the columns in her dining room. Yes, SISTER, taught her this at a family gathering and it seemed innocent. Yes, SISTER, is in trouble and daughter is on restriction.