It is only 9:00am and already it is hot. The kind of hot where you wake up sweating and just keep on sweating. Hot enough to warrant the summer version of Bailey's pre-school uniform or so I thought.
The bus pulls up and even before the doors open to let the kids on, the teacher is gesturing with gusto and looking forlorn. As the doors open, she meets my eyes and says, "No summer uniform until you get the letter saying that it is okay. Everybody must wear the same uniform at all times."
Strike one (thousand three hundred and three).