First is the Worst?

I walked up to the class today, a few minutes early for pick up for Peyton. Another one of the moms saw me, and her daughter is in class with Peyton. I know her from my reading group, and she is an observer, for sure. She watches Peyton, and she noticed that she is tall the other day. Not a big deal, since she is.
The other day before band was done, she mentioned it to me. I told her that my husband was tall. She said hers was six feet. Then, I tried to excuse it that she was born in January. She said her daughter was born in March. I had nothing. We were watching her play with a couple of boys, while the girls were playing on the structure. Then I said, “She likes to eat.” She said, “OH, maybe that’s why.”
Today, when I saw her and said hi, we saw the class coming back from the library. They were walking like ducks in a row holding onto their books. She said, “Peyton is the first in line.” I was just waving at her from afar. Then, the kids went inside the class, and the door was closed. The mom and I talked about the upcoming reading, and I asked her if she wanted any help. She didn’t seem to want me to come in; I was fine to let her do her thing, but I was free next Friday, too. What are some symptoms discount levitra purchase which gives an idea that these pills are injurious to health. This prescription viagra without plant acts as an aphrodisiac. Including aphrodisiacs is among the important enhancement tips to follow. cheapest cialis india With the age the problem begins to interfere with a india pharmacies levitra healthy sex life. Then, as the kids were being dismissed and lining up at the door, she said, “Peyton’s first again!” I didn’t know what to say, as she was just stating something I observed, too. I hadn’t said anything to her about her daughter. Later, I asked Peyton why she was always first. She said, “In the library, I heard her (the teacher) say it was line up time, and I was right there. The line leader is out today.” When I asked her why she was first in line for dismissal time, she said, “I wasn’t. Sonja was there, I was behind her.” She just doesn’t dilly dally. Though she probably scrambled to be first and left her water bottle behind. Can’t win ’em all.
Last year there was a mom that would prod and poke about Peyton; she looked at her reading level, signing into her password-less account. She moved on to another classroom, but it seems we’ve picked up a replacement. I don’t get it…I feel like they are going to tattle on her to me, so I’m a bit on edge. She did tell me that she brought a Chinese yogurt drink to Peyton through her daughter, since her daughter asked to bring one to Peyton. I talked to Peyton about it, how it’s not okay to ask friends for food. I thanked the mom of course, and reassured her there were no allergies, but really, shouldn’t that have been done BEFORE giving her unknown food? Well, she knows first hand now that Peyton likes to eat. While we walked back to the car, Peyton was upset and crying, even though I told her I wasn’t mad at her. I was just telling her it wasn’t okay and to not let it happen again.