So, yesterday was the last day of VBS.  To celebrate, all of the children and their parents were invited to attend a special mass and a potluck lunch and slide show after that.  Hubby and C and my sister and N met us there for the big event.

The teacher, Jill, was on her best behavior for most of the day.  The one thing that stands out in my head is when she expected the kids to sit and color and paint for a half an hour.  When M got bored of this and started running around the room, she picked him up and wouldn't put him back down until he was screaming and crying.  Little stuff, you know.

I had been warning Hubby and Sis about this woman all week and I think they thought I was exaggerating.  I was concerned when she seemed to have toned things down since the parents were all there, but she didn't fail to come through.

She spent part of the half hour that the kids were painting laying out the prayer journals that they had been working on all week long.  Some of the kids hadn't finished adding their stickers to the book, so she made sure to put those with the prayer journals too.

The next thing I saw was that she had put a little gift, splash balls in the shape of animals, on all of the prayer journals.  All of the preschoolers got two splash balls and the teenage helpers each got one.  All except for M, his prayer journal was empty.

I called my sister over to show her just as Jess, the teacher's daughter, questioned why some of the kids had two and some only had one.  Her response (and I kid you not!) was, "Well, I like some of you more than others!"  My jaw hit the floor, like I am assuming your just did as well!

Without missing a beat, Hubby (my hero!) said, "What does that mean for M, he doesn't have any?".  Then she actually blamed it on M, saying that he must have taken them.  Hubby said that he had just come back in from taking M outside and he had been watching M ever since, so that obviously was not the case.  She didn't even apologize for slighting him or accusing him.

This whole thing has left me feeling so sad for M.  And I thought it was just kids that could be so mean and hurtful!

*****Oh, to answer your question, Michelle:  Jill has two daughters: ages 16 and 13.  I feel bad for them!