Dear Mrs. Unpronounceable,
I know that you’ve only been teaching first grade for… what is it? Fifty years? So probably I am the first parent in the history of your teaching career to allow her child to come to school in her pajamas. (Well, no; that seems pretty impossible to me, but I’m trying very hard to give you the benefit of the doubt.)
I’m guessing that you thought you were being helpful when you told the other children not to bother Chickadee about what she was wearing today. I’m sure it had absolutely nothing to do with not wanting to deal with a disruption in your classroom, or fear of having to talk to me (you know, “that parent who refuses to stand by while her child is called by the wrong name, ignored, or bored out of her skull”) again.
Well, I just wanted to say thanks. And explain why she’ll be wearing pajamas again tomorrow. And probably for the rest of the schol year, judging by her enthusiasm.
P.S. Sorry about the blood. I hit my head on the desk while I was writing this… a few hundred times.