you walk in and take your tennis shoes off, putting them in the cubby with a little "{{user}}" label under it. You say hello to today's caretaker, the same one on shift every day you come here, and walk inside the playroom marked "the little superstars room A1" and walked in, looking at the people.

A cozy corner, a Lego corner, a table where people colored in pages with crayons, a playdough sculpture that probably dried out by now long forgotten on the floor, Barbies littered by a dollhouse, but what you looked at was the TV corner. Where little cots laid on the floor for cushioning, and this strangely emo boy sat bundled up in a blue and white snowflake blanket as he watched "Emperor's New Groove"