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“I’m Late!!!”

I opened one eye to look at the clock. I opened both and did a double take. “Oh no I’m late!”  I jumped out of bed, ran to the bathroom, grabbed my clothes off the top of the dirty clothes pile, quickly brushed my teeth. I ran through the house picking up my phone and purse on the way out the back door.

“Where’s my car?” I run back through the house and go out the front door. No car there either. Thinking it might be out back in the neighboring church parking lot, I run back through the house out the back door and in to the alley. “NO! WHERE’S MY CAR?”

By this time I am in full panic mode. You see, I work at a day care and am picturing in my mind the parents all gathering at the door waiting for ME. They will all be late as well, because of ME. I call both of my bosses and one of the boss’s husband. No answer! I get a text from one of them asking if I am ok. I immediately call her.

Boss: “Hello.”

Me: (By now I am sobbing.) “I over-slept, my car is gone, I don’t know how I am getting to the day care, all the parents are standing there waiting for me.”

Boss: “Paula, it’s Saturday.”

Me: “Oh.”

Out of the Mouths of Babes and Other Random Acts of Children


I have three grown children and have worked in the daycare profession for the past ten years. I hope you enjoy these funny things that kids come up with.

Three school-age boys were sitting together playing with Lego’s. Two started arguing. The older boy said to the two arguing, “Girls, girls, you’re both pretty.”

While taking a nap on his mat, a four-old boy jumps up and shouts, “Bad news everyone. Lamby got stuck in YoYo.” After asking him a dozen questions, thinking Lamby might be his dog or cat, I learn that he is talking about the cartoon, Doc McStuffins.

I had told a four year old for what seemed like the tenth time to stop climbing all over the chair he was supposed to be sitting on. I asked him what was causing him to be so wiggly today. He said, “Miss Paula, it’s too hard to be good.”

When my oldest son was about five I walked into his bedroom in the morning to wake him up. He was asleep on top of his blankets. Someone (my ten year-old daughter and her friend who had stayed over) had written on his back in black marker, ‘I see dead people’.

My oldest son, at age seven, came running into the house with a friend he had stayed the night with. They ran into the bathroom and slammed the door. A couple minutes later I hear, “MOM!!!.” When I went into the bathroom I find them desperately looking for fingernail polish remover. It seems the boys had their nails painted bright red by his friend’s two sisters, while they were sleeping.

One day I noticed that the baby, at age three, had some missing hair on the back of his head. I asked, “J, who cut your hair?  J said, “I’m not suppose to tell.” Two cookies later we found out my daughter, who was 15 at this time, had tried out dad’s new beard trimmer on him.