Note's From Preschool

Every week we get a sort of "newsletter" about what is happening at preschool that week. Okay, so we don't get one EVERY week, kind of whenever the teacher can remember, but now that Spring is here we are getting one every week.

It looks like the picture below, (Sorry that these are PHOTOS. I have the words that will tell you why I don't have a scanner today. HUSBAND. BALLS. SCANNER. BROKEN.NOT FUNNY. So please play along with me.)

Pretty easy to read and conveys a simple message, right?

However, if you read further, at the bottom right of the page it says that they are going to "FINNISH up transportation and start talking about Zoo animals"

Now, hold on a hot minute here people! I did not sign any permission slips for field trips to Finland, and Bacon is not going anywhere that I have not been to inspect first. Secondly, he cannot leave the country until he stops crapping in his underpants. Third, he doesn't even have all of the proper Malaria vaccinations or a passport!

This morning we were greeted with this little gem in the middle of this weeks newsletter:

This is SCARY to see on a note home from the teacher. Even scarier than the time that I thought that Bacon took a dump on her desk.

So what is it that she is sending home? And if it can die, why put it in the backpack? That doesn't seem very responsible. And does the school board know that she is taking special education preschoolers to Finland without proper passports or permission slips?

Of course too she has to teach them about fire safety and zoo animals at the same time. Which I don't know exactly how you tie those together, but the warning says it all:

Now I will be dealing with some sort of "Don't touch it! It's HOT! Don't touch it!! It's a HOT ANIMAL!" For weeks to come. He'll run screaming from the house every time I have to let the dogs out or in or we have to feed his stupid stupid fish.

Seriously, I am not up for that kind of crap. I am not even up for his lectures of red means stop green means go stuff from the back seat. He is bossy enough as it is. I don't need any more dumb stuff he has learned at school.

Although if you ask him what he did on a particular day at school he will tell you that he played with the toy chest and ate trail mix, so maybe it will all go right over his giant head.