model citizens who are muggers
Entering my training class this morning, they directed us up a few floors for childcare. Another foster mom, who I’ve seen around but never spoken to, grabbed Smol J by the wrist and walked toward the elevators. A couple of people went to, like, hold me back.
I semi-shouted “yeah, no” and she didn’t stop. Or slow down. I ran up behind her and boarded the elevator. I had to wrestle his hand away from her, and I said sternly “I need to give them his diaper bag!” Not to mention, I need to sign him in.
At the end of the training, there was a stand and applaud request for her, because she is becoming a Foster Parent Mentor.