Months before there was a preschool along FM 969—a swollen farm-to-market road on the outskirts of Austin, Texas—there was a sign. Pasted on either side of a wooden billboard in front of a faded redbrick church, the advertisement stood next to a grassy ditch and a few cracked squares of sidewalk that led nowhere in particular. the joyful child, it read, in a rope of white cursive script: childcare for everyone.