Life is better with a black chihuahua shirt

I hold a U.S. passport, and can only claim to be an “honorary Canadian” (which is an immense compliment, by the Life is better with a black chihuahua shirt In the same way way!). I was already aware, from his mother, that he had been physically and sexually abused by his father. I was not allowed to ask any questions or bring this subject up, I was supposed to constantly redirect any conversations, and provide written documentation of any time he said something so I could bring it up to my director and his CPS caseworker. His father had already been removed from the picture, but there hadn’t been a trial yet and they were gathering evidence from everyone involved in his life to pursue further charges. Once, we were in the middle of a lesson that was a little difficult and I was trying my hardest to make the subject a bit easier for them. We were all sitting down together and shaping our hands as I was showing them pictures and we were singing a fingerplay together. A parent walked in and stood by the door to observe. But, as all teachers know, there’s no such thing as a “calm observance” – especially not in young children. It was time for a snack afterward, and I had them all sit at the table. They had assigned seating because certain students could not get along with others. He tried to sit next to one of the little boys that he would always fight with and I reminded him that he needed to sit at the red table with his other friends for a snack. She butted in and said that he could sit with his other friend at the green table. I informed her that, no, he couldn’t because the two boys had a habit of pinching or trying to bite each other when they were near each other and she looked at me as if she had never heard this before in her life – even though she had already signed three incident reports that month and that was the reason for her observance. She physically put her son in the seat at the green table, which upset a little girl that was going to sit there.