My oldest dtr came home from daycare one day and said "That darn Frankie was in my pants again today!"
Yep, I freaked and shakily asked her to please explain. "He gets my pants out of the drawer and was wears them on his head". OK, I calmed down. It was the extra set of clothes kept there just in case. Now, Frankie looked exactly like Charlie Brown and was a terror. I had heard some true horror stories about him from the teachers and other moms. So, a few days later, she came home with "That Frankie made me kiss him today an I didn't like it". As I prepared for the worst , I shut my eyes and asked "Where did he make you kiss him?". She innocently said "On the playground, Mommy". I let it go at that and never heard any more questionable statements concerning Frankie. This same dtr had serious trouble paying attention in 1st grade. After many meetings with the teacher, we figured out the problem and came up with a solution. Between daycare and myself, we had over-taught her and she was just plain bored since everything that was being taught in 1st grade, she already knew. She would watch out of the window or talk to other children. The solution: The teacher brought in an alarm clock, set it on her desk (which was right in front of the teacher's desk) and the assignments became a challenge - beat the clock. She started doing her work and by 2nd grade, she was where she should have been with her studies and all went well from then on. But, Frankie went on to become the school nightmare
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