Our Father's Child Daycare

This place is filthy and the aides are rude. When I'd pick her up, no one would acknowledge me. When we left, no one said goodbye. Every other day there's a note going home about an outbreak of pink eye, stomach flu, or hand foot and mouth disease. There was an aide named Erin, who made fun of my daughters thick hair. There was Holly, who asked my child if she had a father to give her father's day drawing to. There was Rebecca, who felt it necessary to remind me each week IN FRONT OF EVERYONE, to sign in and out on the "child care assistance sheet" for dhs. There's Linda who ran out of patience for young children years ago, so she just yells at them. Dorene, the owner, runs a candy store on the other side of the daycare so Anyone can walk in from the street. The facility is not secure. The owner is hardly ever there and her boyfriend, the maintenance man, is there far too often. My daughter was in this facility almost 3 years and this last year was the absolute worst!