A few kindergartners wait patiently on the rug, but most of the others are conducting their own business all about the room. Two little men across the room are setting up a wager. I can hear everything they’re saying, but because I’m intently watching this one other student, they think I am unaware of them and the schemes they’re cooking up.
“I think he’s the president,” says one little man to the other. They both look my way and ponder what to do about it. “Go ask him,” says the other…
