The lawsuit even says, in all seriousness, "... getting a child into the Ivy League starts in nursery school."
This makes me sad for mankind, obviously (although I don't know why this woman is freaking out; the kid's future college essay about her painful legal emancipation from her insane, controlling, overly litigious mother is sure to get her a spot somewhere). But more than that, it makes me wonder how I ever got into college, considering that I spent most of my nursery school years finger-painting and peeing in my long johns.
|I mean... they couldn't even spell the school's name right, so what hope was there for me?|
During my Waldorf years I also took to dressing like a wayward, dumpster-diving Zappa child, and began what would become a life-long love affair with sweatpants.
Jesus. No wonder I was rejected from Yale.
I'm going to sue Waldorf for every corn husk they've got.