Kindergarten teachers are the toughest kind of teachers there are. They take a class of five-year-olds, most who’ve never been in school before, and transform them into responsible, respectful, well-mannered students. And while they’re teaching them how to share, and why they shouldn’t pick their noses and eat it, they also teach them how to read and write.

Have you ever tried to teach someone the English language? It’s the hardest thing you’ll ever do.

As if the job isn’t difficult enough, there are the occasional students who need to be evaluated for special education. The process is long, and the parents aren’t always on board. This means the teachers have to manage some pretty extreme behaviors while attempting to meet the needs of every other student in her class.

It’s like juggling chainsaws, and someone keeps throwing you more to juggle.

Raegan’s eyes meet mine as I enter her classroom. She’s in a yellow sundress, her golden hair cascading in loose curls down past her shoulders. She doesn’t wear heavy make-up. She doesn’t need to. The woman radiates natural beauty. My dick stirs as I recall what she looks like underneath that dress.

Down, boy. She’s the enemy. Plus, I’m surrounded by children who wouldn’t hesitate to point out my erection.

Raegan lays the book she’s reading face-down in her lap and smiles wide. “Class, say Good Morning to Principal Waters.”

The class shouts, “Good Morning Principal Waters.”

“He is in charge of our whole school,” Raegan says.

“Are you like the president?” a little girl asks.

I chuckle. “I’m the president of our school.”

“Well then maybe you can help Joshua. He’s been crying since we came to school this morning. I think he misses his mommy.”

I kneel down beside her. “That’s very kind of you to ask for help for your friend. What’s your name?”

“Hannah.”

“All right, Hannah. Let’s see what we can do about your friend.” I lower myself onto the carpet and crisscross my legs. Not an easy task in a suit, but kids learn from example. I hold my arms out toward the crying boy in Raegan’s lap. “Joshua, come sit with me.”

The room is silent while Joshua climbs down from the rocking chair and into my arms. I rub his back in slow circles. “What story are we reading, Hannah?”

“The Three Little Pigs,” she says. “We’re at the part where the wolf goes to the brick house.”

“Oh, that’s the best part.” I nod at Raegan to continue, who’s staring at me with a look of utter shock.

While she reads, I talk to Joshua in a low, soothing tone. “Your mommy called me before. She wanted me to check on you and give you a very important message.”

Joshua’s watery eyes look into mine. “She did?”