There is a Korean boy in one of the other preschool classrooms. Little Nabi had told me that there was a new Korean student... except she had told me it was a girl... and possibly Chinese.
She's three. What the hell does she know? I simply dismissed her news as yet another fantasy story - she's told me elaborate stories about phantom friends before so I wasn't too excited.
Well, well, well. It appears that there is a Korean boy. And I mean, Korean boy. Not Korean-American. Korean Korean.