I teach the 4 to 5 year old's in church. We have most of the time about 9 boys, sometimes we have one girl but not very often. We have one boy who it takes one person alone, to take care of him. Sunday that was my privilege. We where sitting in singing time and I look down and this boy is playing with his zipper. He is zipping and unzipping his pants. I asked him what he was doing he said "playing train and that I could play if I wanted to." No thank you. I got him to stop zipping but he would not stop running his finger up and down it making train sounds. Thank heavens that he was being quite at least. The boy on the other side looked at me and said I have a bloody nose. He sure did so I had to take him to the bathroom while one of the other teachers got to take care of the train. I don't I have ever been so happy to take care of a bloody nose.