Wednesday, March 10, 2010
The Library
We love the library. We love asking the librarian perplexing questions about books. We love talking about how quiet we are supposed to be when in the library and then occasionally forgetting and saying things like "MOM THIS BOOK IS ABOUT MUMMIES BUT THEY ARE BLUE" really really loud. We really like the library though because no one shushes us when we forget to be quiet and the kids room well that just plain invites reading and exploration of books.
Most of our trips to the library involve the hunt for a particular subject matter or mixed subject matter. Past requests have included elephants and trains (together would be best), cows, pirates, dogs, oceans and scary ocean monsters. For the most part our librarian helps us find books that are fantastic.
Tonight we had her stumped. Which was exciting because we had to do the hunting on our own. Wylie wanted werewolves or wolves, as well as the slimy stringy monsters that live in the sea but aren't octopus. A search in the database for books even chapter books yielded nothing. A search for myths yielded one but upon review wasn't really about werewolves. So we decided to look for wolves. Again nothing but we did find the following books:
1. The tale of the Jolly Roger and the pirates of Captain Abdul
2. Can you make a piggy giggle?
The pirate book is wonderful.
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You're reminding me of when I had to go to the med school library for some things -- Will was probably 2? -- and I think I was pregnant with Kate. Anyway, I explain the whole library quiet thing, which he knows well as we've been a lot before. So we walk in and I'm fighting with the stroller or something and while I'm doing this, he walks -- no, marches -- right up to the counter and very clearly and loudy asks quite politely: I WOULD LIKE TO FIND BOOKS ON PIRATES, PLEASE or something like this. I have to choke back full-out guffaw, because it's hilarious, and NO ONE ELSE in the whole library even looks up. Deadpan, everywhere.
Seriously, not a pulse in the place. Sheesh.
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