The Things I Hear…
George, Darcy, and Arthur walk by with bulging t-shirts, various stuffed toys stuffed up their fronts.
George: My baby’s going to pop on on Thursday!
Darcy: Mine will pop out today!
Arthur: Mine, too.
George: But first I have to go to the hospital, so they can get it out.
Arthur: Mine, too.
Darcy: My baby will pop out at home.
George: You can’t have a baby at your house! Only at the hospital!
Darcy: Yes, you can. My Auntie Katie’s baby came out at home. Inna bafroom.
George: Was the doctor in the bathroom, too?
Darcy: No, just my Uncle Frank.
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A childcare provider is expected to be a superhuman mix of the Madonna and Mary Poppins, ever patient, loving, kind, always delighting in the sweetness of her charges. I don’t do such a bad job, all in all, and it’s far more likely the parents than the children who strain my sanity most days. But I’m here to tell you: It’s Not ALL Mary Poppins…






