The Tattler

Every Tuesday morning I head to the gym where my three daughter has ballet class at the kid's club and baby boy gets to hang out in the baby room with all his girlfriends. It is definitely one of the highlights of my daughter's week and I have to say that without the kid's club I would have probably lost my mind quite a while back. All the people who work there are just absolutely fantastic and so great with my kids, and for those two hours a day when we go I always know they are in good hands. My daughter just loves getting into her little tutu and learning new dance moves, but the most important part for her is without a doubt getting her hands stamped at the end of each class by her teacher. But a few weeks ago when I picked her up after class she only held up one stamped hand instead of two, and with the saddest little look on her face said, "Daddy, I only get one stamp because I didn't listen to Miss Jenna and I get time out." I was a little shocked but I thanked her for being so honest with daddy and told her we needed to work on her listening skills at dance class. So before the next class I made her promise to listen to everything teacher said and do as she was told and she would be sure to get her two stamps again. Which she did and was so proud to show them off to me when I picked her up that day, and I was really proud of her. Now when I picked her up after class today she ran up to me and immediately showed off her two glorious hand stamps, and then without skipping a beat points at this other little girl whose daddy is picking her up from class and says, " Daddy, Molly only get one stamp and she get a time out." After having a little inward chuckle I tell her that it's not nice to tattle on other people, and that maybe Molly was just having a bad day. So I apologized to Molly's dad and then headed home to work on my new project with my daughter, no more tattling.