My daycare has always been run with deep breathing, patience, and a lot of time management. But to err is human, and occasionally, the deep breathing doesn’t work, patience wanes, and frustration rears its ugly head.
Never have I ever used foul language around the children, but I was very creative in voicing my despair/frustration, for example: “For the love of Michael Samson”, or “Firetruck”, and occasionally “Rotten Avocado”. Nothing offensive, or that could be misconstrued.
One day one of my children comes in with tears and a Mother that was stifling her laughter. I look at her in question, she says to me. “Do you listen to Michael Jackson around the kids?”. I look at her bewildered and respond, “He might come on the radio when we are playing outside. The kids like to dance in the grass, why do you ask?”
At this point she is laughing even harder and says, “Well Suzy just stumbled, hurt herself, and mutters under her breath, “For the love of Michael Jackson, Hee Hee!””. I couldn’t contain my laughter