Her Monica

I recently quit a job that required that I work night and day, weekends, holidays, the whole deal.  Dave really picked up the slack with the groceries, and the kid pick ups and drop offs, and the general all around parenting.  Consequently, I missed some turn over at the day care and I don’t know some names.  My strategy here has been to pick up Jack and then ask him which teacher was playing with him when I got there.  But I wait until we leave, and at that point, he doesn’t remember.  Yesterday we peaked through the windows on the way out and I asked names.  The wonderful, friendly, loving teacher that we saw through the window?  Jack told me her name was Hermonica.  I said, “Could it be Monica?” Nope.  Hermonica.  The worst part is that I am going to have to be told about 10 times before I can remember, and I think he tells me a different made up name each time.

Guess I’ll stick with, “Hey, you!  Thanks for taking care of my baby!”


2 thoughts on “Her Monica

  1. Cindy Van Rooy

    It may be too late for this, but you could just introduce yourself. “Hi, I’m Megan, Jack’s mom. I don’t think I’ve met you yet.”

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