Fils cadet loves going to the library. Fils aîné kind of likes it too, once he gets there, but gets a lot more attached to his books and reluctant to take them back, whereas fils cadet has to be discouraged from trying to return our own books in his enthusiasm.
So yesterday it was just me and the toddler. We can happily spend hours in the library, reading all the books, pointing out all the pictures of Elmer, the Gruffalo etc on the walls, carpets, cushions and so on, and playing with the bead-wire thingy. I think he must have set an all-time speed record on this occasion though: charge in, give a good whack to the button that opens the children’s library door, shove the returned books into the box on the exciting self-service machine (pressing a few extra buttons and making mummy do it all again on the way), shove the books onto the returns trolley, race down to the other end of the library, grab the first 8 books that take his fancy, back to the self-service machine, books in box, press more buttons (yay!), another good whack to the door button and out again. About five minutes in total.
Despite this less than discriminating approach, though, we picked up some pretty good reading matter (and some less good). I’ll write about the books in yesterday’s stash over the next few days.