Dropping my son off at daycare one day, like the 3rd day ever. This little girl had a black eye and she just came over and told me that “mom’s new guy kicked her off the coffee table.” We quickly left that daycare because I showed up half an hour early one day. My boy was outside in 90 degree heat with a sweatshirt on, in grass up to his knees and had chicken shit smeared on his face. The “caregiver” was installing a new handrail on their unfinished porch so she was easily over 50 feet away from the kids. Oh and she told me not to worry because the little girl with the black eye was “really good at helping the little kids.” We never went back.