Yeah. Speaking of timeout, have I ever told you about the time I worked at a preschool in Seattle and all the kids called me Miss Tracey and one day I put a rotten little punk named Rennnn in timeout in the dollhouse and dress-up area then promptly forgot he was there until 45 minutes later?
Yep. Good times. Good times.
Another mutually shared experience. Almost. I also worked daycare. Speaking of awful daycare experiences, I worked in a twenty four hour daycare center one summer. They were at a postal facility and took care of the kids who’s parents worked the overnight shift. Ever had circle time at 3am?
I was the coolest summer camp counselor ever. I taught the fifth-graders hockey and poker.
I’ve never had the “priviledge” of working for a day care or night care except for my own kids…I have a feeling I would have “forgotten” little Rennnnn for more than 45 minutes if he had pissed me off ^j^. I barely have the patience for my 4 some days…can’t even invision having patience for someone else’s…
So what’s the diff. between a preschool (which mine was called) and a day care?
Mine was ostensibly supposed to teach the liddle kiddles various and sundry things. You know, like “Adults can be forgetful” and stuff like that.