When I arrived to pick Curt up from pre-school, I had a note the head teacher wanted to talk with me. Obviously, this can't be good.
I will go to meet with her at 8:30 when she comes to his class. Longtime readers may remember she is not there when I drop Curt off or pick him up. If you're new here, you will need to read this post and the few following to learn of the weirdness of the first meeting they called that never happened.
Sigh. This sucks. I'm sure it's the biting.
Why can't I do this Mom stuff very well?