We are the 99%

The NATO Summit in Chicago this weekend has brought innumerable protesters to town. To show solidarity with our brethren on the streets, those of us in the infant classroom decided we would all have a simultaneous breakdown at 5:15, when our parents came to pick us up from the learning center.

Much like the protesters downtown, our message wasn't completely focused. I was protesting my recently extended tummy time. Molly was protesting that she was forced to wear pants, instead of dresses, while she learned to crawl. Ben was protesting the lack of backup pacifiers in the classroom (duh). Stupid Connor was protesting the extra 'n' in his name. I think Annabelle just wanted to get out of the swing but she might have needed a diaper change.

I deserve so much better than this!

Also like the NATO protesters, our voices went pretty much unheard. One by one, we were shuttled off by our parents with the promise of snack time or a fun weekend when we got home, as if they think they can hold us down forever with Cheerios and sunny trips to the zoo.