It wasn’t obvious to me until this year when Rhett(4) and I had 3 days all to ourselves that he might have missed out on some things that I did with the other boys regularly.
Like common things.
Like as common as going to the library.
I used to go to the library all the time with his older brothers. I suspect we stopped going when wrangling two toddlers and a baby just seemed like more work than borrowing books was worth.
Then to top it off on our last library visit with two toddlers and a baby I accidentally misplaced one of the 17 dump truck books that we borrowed.
This did not escape the attention of the librarian who issued a bill which I soon found out was not payable by credit card. What mom who is shushing two toddlers and a baby while juggling 16 dump truck books has CASH? I should have payed them in diapers…
Anyway, yesterday Rhett and I decided to go visit the library. We walked in and he immediately reported that he preferred Barnes & Noble. I immediately responded that library books were free.
A big smile came over his face and he asked if he could pick out some books.
Of course! Pick several!
I lead him over to the dump truck book shelf, but he seemed more interested in fire trucks. He chose 5 fire truck books and asked if he could take them all.
We stopped in the big comfy couch section and read a few picture books. It was all very library-ish.
I checked out and the librarian mentioned that my account still had a block on it due to the lost book 3 years earlier. But she by the grace of the library gods allowed me to exit the premises with a warning and 5 fire truck books.
Rhett was giddy. He was admiring the books in the car. He was examining them at home and then we sat down and read them all in one sitting.
I mentioned that when we took the books back we could get all NEW books…
Take them back?
Uh-oh. I then explained library protocol which includes having to return the books. The books belonged to the library and we were just borrowing them (barring loss, payment and subsequent library card blockage).
He sat on my lap and cried…
With tears streaming down his face and a quivering chin, he again reported that he preferred Barnes & Noble.