A Halloween Tale

"Unless there is a fever, you can send him to day care. Please take care of yourselves."

Those were the last words from the doctor yesterday. Since Bailey's fever had come and gone and Sophie's had broken late yesterday and I never had one to begin with, we headed over to the day care for a little Halloween fun.

There was game playing and jack-o-lantern making, song singing and trick-or-treating. The kids were adorable. The teachers were friendly. I had a good time. It was a nice once in a while kinda thing to do. Let me say that again- ONCE IN A WHILE.

I had a sneaking suspisicion that he would be there, but I decided just to focus on the kids and forget about everybody else in the room. I avoided him afterwards, throwing my things carelessly into a bag and running across the street to pick up Sophie.

I thought I had made it. I was wrong.

He was waiting at the entrance of our building.

No introductions, just out with it. "Teach for our school. Even if it is only thirty minutes, once a week."

I mumbled something about needing to talk it over with my husband and left him standing there. (Thanks Sophie for picking that exact moment to start crying!)

I love working with the kids. I get along with the teachers. But. . . . . but, there is just something about the way the head of the school approached me that casted a dark shadow over the whole thing. First impressions are hard to shake.