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

She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say more, but I didn’t give her the chance.

I was beyond livid because I’ve always believed kids know when they’re full. So, seeing someone ignore that, pushing food on him until he cried, was the final straw.

I turned to the stunned daycare staff.

“Who is she? Where is her badge?”

Nobody answered.

I took Johnny and walked out.

That night, after the bath and bedtime stories, I sat on the edge of his bed.

“Honey,” I said gently, “why don’t you want to eat at daycare?”

He curled up under his covers and whispered, “The lady says I’m bad if I don’t finish. She tells the kids I’m wasting food.

Everyone laughs.”

His voice broke at the end.

I felt like I’d been punched! He wasn’t scared of the food. He was afraid of being humiliated!

That woman had turned his mealtimes into a punishment.

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.

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