This afternoon when I went to pick up the little angel from the Emerald City, I noticed two things:  1) she was NOT wearing the same pants she showed up in and 2) her sheet informed me she'd "been in a fight."

Were there guns?  Or was it the old fashioned, black-eye, garden-variety fight?  What did they do?  Was there an Emerald City Fight Club of which I am unaware?  WHAT IS GOING ON HERE??

Let me back up.  When I first arrived, I did notice the pants, but I was also eavesdropping on a conversation between little J's  mother, the always-fashionable, Mama J., and the late-afternoon Emerald City worker (not my favorite).  The late teacher was telling Mama J. that little J. had been biting.  I was packing the little angel's things, secretly gloating that my little angel would never do such a thing.  I kept my self-satisfied smirk to myself, fortunately, because when I went to grab her sheet, I saw the news.  I gasped audibly. 

"What?" asked Mama J. 

"Did my daughter really fight?" I asked. I thought I saw Mama J. sneak her own smirk. 

It turns out the little angel and baby P. were both playing on the same large, plastic toy.  Apparently P. invaded the little angel's personal space, because she apparently appeared ready to bite him with her new, pointy teeth.  The little angel has discovered she packs heat.  She was the perp.

I asked them how they'd handled it.  "Well, we were going to put her in time out for one minute," said the late teacher, snapping her Hubba Bubba, or whatever it is she chews.  "But Dionne started playing with her, so it didn't really work out." 

Ah, discipline in the city.

I looked sternly at the little angel, realizing that she isn't nearly old enough for hours-after-the-event parental disapproval.  I secretly wondered if she won.  Bad Mama.

As I walked out, I discussed this new thing with Mama J., who told me J. had started doing this sort of thing about a week ago.  We are still friends, because our children did not attack each other.  It is an unstable alliance.

But then, as we huddled near her very fashionable car, the little angel leaned over to J. and gave him a hug.  J. smiled cherubically.  They were perfect children.  Ah, how thickly the wool can cover one's eyes when one's gene pool is involved.

All the way home, I eyed the little angel with a new vision of how life will rapidly change.  She has always had such a pleasant personality.  What would bring her to the dark side?  Just teeth?  Is that it?  Does absolute power corrupt absolutely?

We'll see what happens tomorrow.  In the meantime, I did what any self-respecting mother would do - I put the sheet in her baby book.