A knowledgeable friend encouraged me to get on daycare waiting lists well before a rational individual would start such planning. She also shared her research on the options in our neighbourhood and we quickly set our sights on Little Tots Manor (The name really does say it all. I mean, it's a manor).
When BabyBear was an 8-week old mass of cells, we interviewed at Little Tots. We toured around and asked enthusiastic questions. I oh-so-casually mentioned that Tom was available to chaperone field trips on his day away from patients. I offered to bake treats in my peanut-free kitchen. Our fingers remain tightly crossed and will only relax if/when we learn of our acceptance sometime next spring.
The NY Times' mock registration form may have been meant as a joke, but I take these things all too seriously.
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You do of course have a "safety school" application as well? A place of adequate care to tend to BabyBear until her destined spot in The Manor is available?
The NY Times article made my night! Too much and too true (at least in my recent encounters in NYC). I love it!
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