I do get your point, and I agree it counts for something, but... That mother shouldn't have needed to hear that her daughter was in distress to be willing to bring her a change of clothes. "If I have time?" For all you know, your daughter's bled through her dress and is cowering in the bathroom while you finish that bag of chips. "If I have time." It's great that she got there fast, sure, but she should have been there even sooner. And she wouldn't have needed to bring the kid a change of clothes at all if she hadn't allowed her daughter to eat herself into obesity and a lifetime of health problems. Fuck this mom. It's her fault her daughter went through this; getting to the school quickly doesn't make up for her total lack of parenting in other areas. You know, a few weeks ago my husband and I noticed that our younger daughter (whose school schedule was changed around, causing her to lose her gymnastics class) had put on a few pounds. Not a lot, but enough that we noticed. Sitting on her bed with her to talk to her about her weight was one of the hardest fucking things I have ever had to do. I hated doing it. She cried, and I felt like the lowest form of shit on the planet. But I did it. I did it, because my daughter's health and happiness matters to me and because it's my job to make sure she is healthy. It's my job to tell her when she needs to cut back on the portion sizes or the sweets and snacks. I'm her mother. And as hard as it was and as much as I needed to go cry myself after having that talk with her...she's cut back on the sweets a bit and started taking walks on her own, and the few pounds have dropped back off. And we're both glad I didn't wait until she had fifty pounds to lose to speak to her, or just bury my head in the sand while she gained more weight and more weight. I did my fucking job, because it's my job and nobody else was going to do it for me. (My husband did go in to talk to her after I was done, and emphasized how much we love her and how hard that was for me, which made her feel better...but it still needed to come from me first, because I'm her mother.)