Today ended with me telling the story of a hamster I had, as a kid, named Rambo. In an act of neglect, I forgot I left Rambo in the basement play kitchen and thus, if you ask my students, caused his death. “You neglected him to death,” a student told me. When I said, “Hey, I’m innocent!” they laughed hard at my protest. They wrote “Justice for Rambo” on the whiteboard, on a piece of paper, then on another piece of paper that was tacked onto a wall of the classroom. I let it go on because they were laughing so hard, and it was silly kid laughter, utterly genuine, totally joyous.