So tomorrow I have to quit my daycare. Much like quitting a boyfriend or a job, I've imagined this moment so many times in my head - and now that the day has come I'm having second thoughts. A new daycare opened in the school where I'm volunteering and it is wooden and shiny and educational and does not involve a well-meaning woman sneaking my child Cheetos behind my back. So we're wussing out and giving them a letter tomorrow. Hey, at least I'm not texting them THX 4 LVNG KID BUT WERE OUTTA HERE.