The kids were playing a cross between tag and something with finger-guns. The monstrosity of a play-gym that the PTA had raised money for was the perfect place for this sort of game. Of course, it also made it hard to keep track of your kids. There was constant counting—three of mine, four of them (them=the kids I’m watching but who, thank God, I don’t have to take home with me at the end of the day); three of mine, two of them—ah, there are the other two. Back to three and four. None kidnapped or lost yet…