Hillary Clinton stopped by a specialized elementary program in upstate New York for a quick talk with a group of sharp third-graders. She spoke for a bit about global issues, then opened the floor. A boy near the front raised his hand. She nodded at him. “What’s your name?” “Marcus.” “Go ahead, Marcus.” “I’ve got three things,” he said. “One: what really went down in Benghazi? Two: how do you run for president when you couldn’t keep two email accounts straight? Three: where’d that six billion dollars go that disappeared on your watch at State?” The recess bell cut him off. Hillary told the class they’d pick it back up afterward. Once everyone was seated again, she asked who wanted to go next. A different boy raised his hand. “And you are?” “Tyler.” “What’s on your mind, Tyler?” “Five things,” he said. “First: what really went down in Benghazi? Second: how do you run for president when you couldn’t keep two email accounts straight? Third: where’d that six billion dollars go that disappeared on your watch at State? Fourth: why did recess start twenty minutes early? Fifth: where’s Marcus?”