Kate asked if we are library members, and indeed we are. I hadn’t been for awhile, and I surely never get a chance to browse for my own books. So the other day when Hurricane Benjamin was at a play date under the care of our nanny, I took the calmer children to the library. Zachary got time in the children’s section and then graciously allowed me three minutes to look for some books of my own. As we walked through the stacks and I grabbed a few things that looked appealing. “Mommy, you want the hat book,” Zach suggested, pointing to a book that I had missed because it was down where only a four-year-old would see it. Indeed, there was a picture of a hat on the spine.
So, if I am not around your blogs or posting here for a few days, you’ll know where to find me. I am reading the hat book.