Every week, even though our books aren’t due back yet, we go
to the library.
Every week he checks to see if story time is happening. He
picks out a few books, sometimes a movie, and then he runs around screaming
while I attempt to pick out books for Ryan and I and whisper-shout
“Shhh-shh-shh, quiet library voice! Remember? No running please! Come here!
Come back here! No, don’t do… arrrrrgh!”
Then I check out our books while he spins the globe over and
over again. He cries for a second when it’s time to leave, then puts on his
brave face and shouts “BYE LIBRARY! I SCHEE YOU SCHOOOON!” before smacking the
handicap button he very quickly learned would open the door.
He asks to see one of his books on the drive home and he
bounces on his tippy toes waiting not-so-patiently for me to give him the rest
once I get him home.
He likes a lot of things I don’t like. And I like a lot of
things he doesn’t like. But this is something we share, and that’s pretty
magical.
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Thanks so much for your comments! I always read them, don't always have time to answer quickly. Sorry about that!