And here I thought the suburbs were boring.
So! Henry’s babysitter hit him yesterday.
She. Hit. Henry. My son. Hit him! With her hand!
Before we place our hands on top of our heads and run around shrieking—and in doing so also perform an uncanny impersonation of my behavior yesterday—let me get this out, now that I’m calm enough to sit. While I’m telling you, try not to divine her identity using the power of your mind and then teleport yourself to her home and berate her for her wildly inappropriate behavior! Because I know that’s what you were planning!
Yesterday Henry arrived home with Trixie (my new name for her. Because she’s tricksy!) and announced. “Trixie hit me. She pushed me down and I scraped my knee.”
My heart stopped and I died. The end.
Then I came back to life and said, “Flalalalahhh?”
Trixie came in behind him, beaming. “We had an incident!” she declared, a huge smile on her face. “But we’re okay now!”
Here is her version of the events that occurred. She was talking to another babysitter when Henry demanded that they leave the park forthwith. She told him no, and continued talking to her friend. She was kneeling down next to Henry, and suddenly, BLAMMO! He walloped her in the cheek with his small (yet admittedly solid) Buzz Lightyear flashlight. And without thinking (“it was like a natural instinct,” she said many more times than I could stand without throttling her. It was my natural instinct!) she hit him right back.
“I couldn’t believe how hard he hit me,” she said. “I can already see the swelling. Look at that swelling!”
I could not see any swelling. I stared at her.
“I have only,” she said proudly, “hit another child like that in 30 years of watching children.”
Well! Only one other time! Bravo, madam!
Friends, she hit him such that he fell on his knee and scraped it. Now, will you please explain to me how, if he was facing her, and she struck back just as Buzz clattered to the ground, his knee was scraped? Shouldn’t he have fallen on his butt?
(And also? Last week he was running toward me, went flying, landed on both knees, and scraped them. And those scrapes were not as bad as this one.)
And if you’re struck in the face, would your first reaction be to hit the person who struck you? Wouldn’t it be to put your hands on your face? I’m sure it’s different for everyone, but for me, if something hits you that hard (“Look at that swelling!” Trixie is yelling from the sidelines) my first impulse would be to protect yourself. My second, when the pain kicks in, would be to respond in kind. Say, after the person has turned away.
I think he hit her and turned away. I think she was in pain, and had a big ol’ burst of rage, and she pushed him. This is what I think. I think she covered her ass as much as she could, given my son’s tendency to blab. Not that it matters, because either way, she’s not watching my son ever again. But this is how I like to torture myself.
(Dear people who might get uppity about my kid hitting someone else and why do I condone that: I absolutely do not. Never, ever, ever. But do you get that it’s different when an adult hits a kid? Are we clear?)
When she was telling me about the incident, she kept saying, “I don’t blame you if you fire me right now! Don't blame you at all!” and yet I couldn’t bring myself to do it. All I wanted was for her to be out of my house. Around fifteen minutes after she left I called her, and told her not to come back. “I absolutely agree,” she said. “I mean, I could get hit like that again!” She said this several times. “My husband says I should go to the doctor. He could have taken out my eye!” Then she wanted to know when she getting paid.
(Don’t get me started on the payment thing. Wait, too late! She would only agree to be paid in cash, and she kept insisting she was going to come to my home and get her money, and then after I told her I would let her know when and how she would get her money and hung up she called me every five minutes, screaming that I hung up on her and she is not a bad person and she only ever hit one other child ever! Apparently this “only one other kid” thing is an impressive track record! Finally my husband met her at a designated location and gave her her three days’ back pay. She was wearing a bandage on her face.)
The part that is causing me both guilt and also some degree of satisfaction is: I knew there was something off about her. She came highly recommended; she had an impressive background; she was full of ideas and enthusiasm and all that crap that we look for in a sitter. And yet, there was something about her that gave me the creeps. Usually this feeling took over when she wasn’t around, and I would think, I should tell her never to come back. I’ll call her right now. Wait, where’s her number? And then the next morning would roll around, and there she’d be, all smiles and chatter, and Henry would be excited, and I would think, Crazy Alice! She’s like Mary Poppins, only without the funny hat! And then they’d be off and I’d immediately begin my fretting and worrying and suspicion-having.
Just the day before, I had addressed another issue with her: Henry had, over the weekend, been telling me all about various commercials they had watched at Trixie’s house. When, hmm, I hadn’t known anything about them going to her house, not to mention watching television at her house. They clearly did this with some frequency—I mean, he recited the various uses of the Bedazzler to me, and then asked when we could get one. But then I asked her about it, and she had such a detailed story about this one time when they had to go there for an emergency and she forgot to call me, and on and on, and I left that conversation all confused and, well, bedazzled! Like she had covered me in shiny paillettes and made a throw pillow out of me!
There were other things, but anyway, it’s all over now. I was worried that Henry would miss her. I told him I was going to ask her never to come back. I wanted him to know that this was my decision. I didn’t want him to feel like he made her go away; I was sure he would have conflicting feelings about it. And he looked right at me and said, “Call her and tell her that now. Right now. And give me the phone when you’re done.”
UPDATE!: I just received word that Trixie called another parent, someone whose child she occasionally watches, and left a strange message. She said she had gone to the ER and had a serious injury. She added that Henry hit her because "Henry is allowed to hit," and therefore she had no choice but to retaliate. No choice! I'm not sure what she's up to, but it's not nothing, I'll tell you what.
ANOTHER UPDATE!: My attorney hath spoke: there's nothing she can do. I mean, she can try to sue, but nothing will come of it. So I will file this away under "Lessons Learned," and next time I'll be listening to my gut. Right now it's telling me I require a bucket of cookies. And I must obey.










June 21, 2006
Reader Comments (179)
And I would also say... sit down RIGHT NOW and write out those weird incidents as you remember them, and as Henry has told them to you -- inappropriate TV watching at her house and all.
And if Henry can remember anyone else from the park, someone you could possibly call and ask about what they saw, do it.
I'm really not paranoid or trying to alarm you. But as a manager, the best defense against that kind of behavior is to be prepared. Document what you can, stay calm, and if you're ever accused of anything (or hit up for cash) you'll be ready.
I've hired some people who seemed perfectly OK but who were really bad employees, and I've learned the hard way to trust my gut. And keep good records. It's a hard lesson to learn, but necessary.
Good luck, and I hope the two of you are ok.
now, give me back my money...
Good for you for cutting her loose, and good for Henry for being such a good little man about it.
I don't know you from Adam and I want to find her and beat her down. Man. Hit your kid! Not OK!
I hope everyone doesn't dump on me now.
Yeah. The word "only" and the phrase "hit a child" can only co-exist with the word "never".
As in, "I've only hit a child never." Any amount of times above never times completely obliterates the only.
Otherwise, you've got a total oxymoron going on there.
So sorry that happened. I agree with the other commenters that recommend consulting with an attorney, just in case.
And I'm going to vibe the shit out of Miss Whackjob Fisticuffs all the way from across the country, here. Jesus.
Not that you want to be vindictive, but perhaps you should file a report with child welfare? I'd want to know if someone I left my children with had only hit one - oh wait, TWO - other children, particularly if it was enough to leave a visible injury. This woman should not be caring for anyone else's children.
The other thing is, you said that this woman's version was that Henry wanted to leave, she was talking to the sitter, etc. Have you also asked Henry why he did it? This is a woman who is crazy / cunning enough to show up later with a bandaged face, badmouth you to other parents, etc. I'm wondering *cringe* if anything else might have provoked Henry? She's a bad, dishonest person, so I don't automatically her story is true.
Just something I was thinking about, to distract myself from wanting to drive over from Pennsylvania RIGHT NOW and throttle this woman.
I understand that in a moment anyone--and I do mean ANYONE--can snap. Which is maybe what happened (and I'm not defending it) and maybe this chick is just afraid to admit that she lost it when she was hit in the face.
if it seems like she is trying to build up some kind legal garbage, you could always threaten to 1099 her for every cent she made from you ( more or less threatening to take 30% of her pay back from her point of view.)
That's awful Alice. I hope you can just get your chin up and move on. There is one thing that you can be happy about, though. In all my life everytime I've managed to get rid of someone who made my intuitive crazy person spider sense go off it has made a huge and amazing poisitive impact. All best.
And all that bitch's whining about being hit - did she not know that kids sometimes hit? Or bite? Or scratch?
Good thing you made this post. I'd photographs his scraped knee, that woman sounds like trouble and you should have this whole thing documented.
Silly babysitter. So sorry for Henry.
I just know she didn't have that bandage on before she went to collect her money. Don't you?
I hope that by phoning around other mothers to tell them about the incident, she'll be setting off alarmn bells in their heads about HER, not about YOU: if any of them shared your gut instinct that she's a creep, they'll be asking her not to come back to their houses either.
Well done Alice. Good on you. Hope the bad feeling goes away soon.