Grammar Matters

We went to drop the Pumpkin off at daycare last week and there was a sign on the door.  Apparently, it was the owner's 40th birthday.  Of course, you would only know that if you ignored the rules of grammar and pretended to be a bit ignorant while you read the sign.  The sign read as follows:

Lordy,
Lordy!
Look
Whose
40!

Of course when I read that sign, I did indeed wonder whose 40 it was.  Then I wondered why you would have a 40 in a daycare.  At 7:30am.  Just in time for the big drop off rush?

The sad thing is, this is not the first time we have noticed an incredibly glaring error in grammar at daycare.  We find them in letters sent home from the school.  We find them in the notes his teachers attach to his daily record sheets (the tiny human "like swinging in the swing").  It's really disturbing that an educational institution, no matter how young the children, would allow such poor writing to be sent home to parents.

Because the children are who they take care of, but the parents are their customers.  We are the ones who foot the exorbitant bill every month to have them take care of our children.  Therefore, we are the ones they really need to keep happy.  Of course, the primary way they do that is by taking immaculate care of our offspring.  But they also need to prove to us (and by "us" I mean "me") that they're smart enough to guide the educational development of my five-month-old baby.  They are falling rather short of that mark.

Then again, the poor grammar is only one of my issues with our daycare.  I have to make a mommy confession and admit that I am no longer enamored with the daycare I chose for our little Pumpkin.  I'll eventually enumerate the many reasons why I think they're not good (don't worry, nothing that would be considered bad for the Pumpkin, just stuff that's not great).  But for now, I still feel too guilty about my lack of foresight to really tell the whole story.

We are looking for a new daycare, though, which makes me feel better.  And there are some signs of improvement.  But our current daycare is kind of dead to me, and I will feel much better once I am able to put the Pumpkin in a new place.  Or, you know, quit my job and just take care of him myself.

But the quitting my job thing is a whole separate story for another day.  For now, it is late and I hate daylight savings time, so I'm going to go to sleep.

You know, if the Pumpkin decides to really be asleep this time.

Take care, and I'll be writing again soon!