I literally had this scenario play out when I was pre-school age, in a day care due to parents having nonsense work schedule, no bus service to pre-school.

It was ‘nap time’ and I sat in my little floor mat spot… with a book, reading it.

Had multiple staff come over and tell me that ‘You can’t read, you’re lying, you’re just flipping the pages to be bothersome.’

… By the time I was in second grade, I read so well and so routinely finished my classwork rapidly, that the school would assign me to 4th and 5th graders who were behind on their reading skills, and we’d sit outside of the classroom in the hallway, and I’d help them read through short kids books, help them pronounce words, define them.