My bestie got a second job at a daycare. Bad news all around.
"Ps I dropped a kid on his head today at work. But in my defense he was really fat. Really fat."
3/13/09 8:30 pm
The full story came out in a series of subsequent texts, which I have condensed for your convenience:
"...yeah this is the fattest ugliest baby ever and I set him down on a chair and he leaned a little to the left and was so heavy he tipped himself over off the chair, hit his head on the table on the way down and then landed on his head when he hit the floor. Also the hispanic employee calls him gordo instead of Gordon when his mom isn't there... I don't think she knows I can understand her."
3/13/09
In addition to dropping fat babies, my bestie spends her time at the daycare playing with four and five year olds, whom she refers to as "little demons." On her first day, a particularly rambunctious little guy threw his pears (meant as a snack) at her head. On her second day, I asked how things were going and got this as a reply:
"No pears. My toes were stabbed with plastic scissors."
3/5/09 2:23 pm
