The Spanish teacher is a tacaholic. She also happens to be my child. So the following (although horrible) is a tale that needs to be told.
During pregnancy two (or three?) I was asked to grab something from her purse for one of her numerous offspring. “Where? What does it look like?” Then I paused. “Why is there half a nasty taco in your purse?”
Ms. W paused “Um. That was from the other night. I finished most of it. I guess I stuck it in my purse for later.”
“EWW. You have a problem”
Ms. W informed me that I WAS NEVER to talk about this again. She so did not have a problem.
Except that a few months later…”Why does your purse stink?”
Ms. W stopped cleaning a kid “Uh. Well, I guess I left a taco from taco bell in my bag.”
I informed her that this was now a pattern of behavior and could not be overlooked. She said that I NEVER NEEDED to talk of this again.
But…a few months later I found part of a taco in the concession stand after she was working in there. (she was raising money to take students to Spain) Again the edict to NEVER TALK OF THIS AGAIN.
A few months ago, when moving her into her new home I found a stash of packets containing taco sauce in her closet. Someone is a tacaholic.
Do they have a TA for this problem?