12 inches thickPosted by Kara on February 3rd, 2010
Jim does a fantastic job getting Jim-Jim to and from school each day. He drops the boy off and picks him up every day. Unless I throw him a bone and offer to pick the boy up from school after I get off work which is an hour later than Jim. That way Jim has a whole hour to himself to play video games and eat jerky or whatever he does without a shadow mimicking his every move. It happens maybe once a week.
Not one single time have I gone to pick up the boy that I haven’t had to sign an incident report form. Not one. single. time. In fact, I went last week and as soon as I was in view of his classroom door, the explanation began. Only this time, it started, “I think I got all the blood off his shirt.”
No matter the explanation, I always sign the incident report and decline to take a copy. I’m starting to think I may need to keep copies for my records. Records that will undoubtedly be thicker than the S volume of the Encyclopedia but may one day keep us out of jail if people start getting suspicious. We’re one cigarette burn away from 50 years to life.
1/23/2010- Bite mark from daycare (again).
1/24/2010- Busted lip from the slide at the park.
1/25/2010- Fell on the wooden planks at the park and skidded on his upper lip. I picked him up and saw a wet stain 6 inches long where he had slid on the wood. I didn’t want to turn him around to assess the damage!
1/26/2010- Busted lip from falling at daycare. Blood everywhere! Still not convinced we shouldn’t have taken him to get stitches.
1/27/2010- God only knows!!!
