I used to be dropping my daughter off at daycare when she casually talked about, “Mommy, yesterday Miss Kita bit me.”
My bl00d ran chilly. “WHO is Miss Kita?!”
My daughter shrugged. “Miss Kita… you understand her.”
I marched into that classroom like a hybrid of a involved mom and a murder detective, demanding, “Which one in all y’all is Miss Kita, and why did you chunk my little one?!”
The trainer blinked in utter confusion. “Uh, we don’t have a Miss Kita on workers… a mosquito bit her yesterday.”
I seemed down at my daughter and thought, Woman, you higher begin announcing your phrases appropriately earlier than you land me on the night information.
