My 3-Year-Old Son Cried & Begged Me Not to Take Him to Daycare – I Gasped When I Stormed Into the Facility

By Monday morning, I’d called into work and told them I needed to work from home, especially since my son was home with me. Then I called the daycare director, Brenda.

“We don’t force children to eat,” she said quickly, sounding surprised when I explained what I’d seen.

“She picked up his spoon and shoved it into his face,” I said. “He was crying.”

“That doesn’t sound like any of my staff,” Brenda replied, suddenly quiet.

I described the woman: gray bun, floral blouse, glasses on a chain.

There was a long pause.

“That might be… Miss Claire,” she said carefully. “She’s not officially staff. She’s a volunteer.”

I gripped the phone tighter. “A volunteer? You have volunteers handling children unsupervised?”

“She’s my aunt,” Brenda admitted. “She’s retired and helps out sometimes.”

“Was she background-checked?” I demanded. “Is she trained in childcare? Because she was disciplining my son.”