What's the Password? — The Wild Mother

Sawyer's daycare sent out a mass email to all the parents the other week. One of the subjects in the email was asking that unless you know the other person, to please not open the door for him. The daycare is secured with a keypad entry, alligators swimming in the moat surrounding the building, guards at all the entrances, and emos wearing hoodies and looking down at the ground standing in loosely-formed groups doing their best to show no interest in life. It is definitely a must protecting the daycare because of all the adorable kiddos inside.

Dana takes Sawyer to daycare in the mornings because of my ungodly work hours. I am often the one who picks him up in the afternoons after work. Last night she told me that earlier this week when she arrived at the daycare, one of the Mom's introduced herself and asked who she was prior to opening the door and letting her in. First of all, in the morning, if someone arrives with a child, either assume they belong to the daycare and hold the door open for them, or walk through, let the door slam, and then wait for them to open the door using the code. Simple, right? (Nod your head yes). However, you should be suspicious of all of the adults arriving in the afternoon for pick-up because we have no kids currently with us as proof that yes, we are a parent, grandparent, aunt, uncle, etc. (Duh.) But no, that woman had to make sure that Dana and Sawyer belonged.

I told Dana that the next time she arrives in the morning and someone asks who she is while she's carrying Sawyer, she should ask them, "Is this where we leave abandoned children we no longer can support?" And then set him down and start to walk away...but only a few feet. Sawyer's so fucking cute the other parent would probably pick him up, claim him as her own, and we'd lose our expensive son who we truly love and don't want to have kidnapped. Okay. Maybe I should not tell my wife to jokingly leave him by the daycare door in order to prove a point to another parent.