Ever since my less-than-pleasant visit from Alisea’s father, I’ve been very careful around her, making sure I find something to compliment during the day. Unlike her name, which I believe means “innocent” and “pretty,” she is anything but, and it’s hard not to be a little repulsed by her, especially after recent events. Her appearance resembles a little brown pig with a round, hairy face. When the weather was warmer, she often came in sundresses with straps that exposed her hairy upper back and shoulders. Her parents often dress her like a little princess (including tiara), which unfortunately reminds me of Miss Piggy from the Muppets.
Today we were making a craft that required a little glitter. The children LOVE glitter, especially the girls. They can’t get enough of it, so we have to monitor their glitter usage, and it’s a rare treat to be allowed to use it. As Alisea was making her craft, she was loading on the glitter, despite being given instructions to the contrary, and Crystal intervened, told her she’d had enough, and removed the glitter from the table. Alisea responded, “but I want it.” Crystal ignored her and went on helping another student.
The next thing I knew, Alisea said, “If you don’t give me that glitter, I’m going to tell my daddy” with a malicious little gleam in her eye. I gasped involuntarily. I couldn’t help it. I was so shocked at the threat, I couldn’t control it. I just couldn’t believe it, either.
I made my way over to Crystal and whispered, “Did she just say what I think she just said? Did she just threaten to get us in trouble with her father if we didn’t comply with her demands?”
“Yes, I believe she did.”
There’s no doubt about it now; she really is that evil and manipulative. You just go right ahead and tell your daddy. It won’t change a thing. Nobody threatens me in my own classroom, least of all a four-year-old spoiled child.