Kindergarten Abuse: A Mother's Rampage

"I am in such a rush to pick up my daughter, Ava Pennington, from school that I don't have time to change out of my work attire.At the kindergarten gates, I run into the mother of one of her classmates, Candice Austin. She sizes me up from head to toe and says, "You must be Ava Pennington's mom."I politely nod. Just as I am about to say hello, her expression suddenly sours. "It's no wonder your daughter dresses so skimpily at school. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it?"I am so mad that I nearly forgot to respond. "What nonsense are you talking about?"Candice clicks her tongue and grows even more aggressive. "Nonsense? Your daughter wears skirts to school every day. She's distracting my son so much that his grades have slipped."Her words leave me utterly speechless. How is her son's failing grades somehow Ava's fault?When I don't respond, she gets bolder. "Look at you dressed from head to toe in cheap junk; how can you afford to send your daughter to this elite kindergarten? You must have pulled some shady strings to sneak her in through the back door, didn't you?"Has she lost her mind? Since when does Ava need strings to attend the school I built?"