I was dropping my daughter off at daycare when she casually mentioned, “Mommy, yesterday Miss Kita bit me.”
My bl00d ran cold. “WHO is Miss Kita?!”
My daughter shrugged. “Miss Kita… you know her.”
I marched into that classroom like a hybrid of a concerned mother and a homicide detective, demanding, “Which one of y’all is Miss Kita, and why did you bite my child?!”
The teacher blinked in utter confusion. “Uh, we don’t have a Miss Kita on staff… a mosquito bit her yesterday.”
I looked down at my daughter and thought, Girl, you better start pronouncing your words correctly before you land me on the evening news.
