Children were moving freely about the room just like free kittens.
But they were not jumping and dashing like kittens.
They seemed to have a busy time.
A little boy was carrying pink blocks to a rug. He was placing them one on top of the other. And he built a nice pink tower.
A cute Japanese American girl was sitting in a chair at a table. She was smelling tiny bottles from two boxes.
At another table a boy, maybe only three year old was spooning rice from a bowl into a cup; next to him an even younger girl was spooning dry cut pasta into a glass jar.
In the book corner (I know ‘cause I saw a bookshelf there) I could spot Sheila sitting in a beanbag chair. She was still pouting. It wasn’t fair. She had the beanbag all for herself. I mean I was the one to pout for being squeezed in that bin. I felt like leaping into her lap, and enjoying the beanbag instead.