Unfortunate Regrets

I hate that I cannot be home with my girls all day. Really, I do. Now, don't get me wrong. I love my daycare. My daycare mother is just fantastic and the girls LOVE going there. No, it's morons like Cora's summer school bus driver that make me become suddenly overprotective. People like that who make me want to stay home and take her to school my self, since he's not reliable. I don't feel like hashing into that again, but all I got to say is this: My daughter knows better than to lie. And when she decides to lie anyway, I can tell. She's telling me the truth this time, and I not only have the truthfulness in her eyes to tell me, but also the daycare mother and her neighbor--a complete stranger. Three against one. Who wins?