The Best Moment of My Day
I went looking for an eight year old who had escaped the classroom some time before. I found him in the bathroom. I saw his sneakers in the stall. He was singing a Strauss waltz, "la la la" style, with some rap beats thrown in, listening to his own voice echo off of those shiny ceramic bathroom walls. It was one of my favorites. I couldn't place it, at first. He was singing it perfectly. He knew it well. It was lovely. I waited a while before calling his name. Just as I suspected he would, he immediately stopped singing when he knew I was there.