Walking into a second grade class room, I’m immediately enveloped from the waist down by a small cluster of children, all huge smiles, happy to see me. I give out a million high touches, feeling like the Pope in a crowd at Easter, and shoo the students back to their seats.

“OK class, who is feeling happy today?” Four or five hands shoot up.

“Who feels angry today?”

One hand.

“Who feels sick?”

Over ten hands shoot up.

Groan.