Scabies at Preschool – Yikes!
Hank has had enough oh shit moments at is his Lutheran preschool that a call home from his teachers wouldn’t surprise me. In fact, the first month I didn’t even venture further than a mile away as I was convinced I would be called back for some reason. He actually adjusted quite well with reports ranging from “Hank doesn’t like our rules much” to “other than pulling down his pants before he made it to the bathroom, he had a great day.”
I was a little thrown off on Sunday afternoon when the phone rang and Maren told me it was Hank’s teacher. Especially since we had spent the previous night at a fundraising auction with the preschool staff at the church. Maren immediately started mocking Hank with an annoying round of “you’re in trouble.”
The only words worse than “Hi, it’s Mary Kay can your son stay after school for study hall?” were spoken by Hank’s teacher.
“We have a student with scabies so we’re cancelling class to steam clean tomorrow.”
I’m not sure if I was more upset about the scabies or the cancelled class. I had plans.
This would be the Marler children’s first exposure to scabies as far as I know.
It would not be mine.
Rat Bastard once had scabies and exposed me to them. I’m disclosing this as a youthful “ha ha ha” moment, but it can also be interpreted as a “she was pretty stupid to marry him with this information.”
After college graduation I went backpacking through Europe with a girlfriend. Upon my return, he apparently missed me so much that he didn’t mention his little friends until he totally exposed me. He did share his prescription and I never got them myself. It would have been nice to make an informed decision.
I think Scotland Yard would call that a clue.
Thankfully the only souvenir I got from the Swiss Army was a a watch.
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