The Magpie has taken to reading her own books. And by reading, I of course mean memorizing what we’ve said, but you get the idea. She reads her books to us at her bedtime. She puts us down for naps by reading us a book. She amuses herself at restaurants, only interrupting to show us a particularly interesting page (there are many).
She’s amassed a tonne of books in her short life and, though some of them are still too old for her and will last a long time yet, I have visions of a book store worthy stack forming in the next few short years.
A new library is being built near our place and the current local dive – a couple of painted up trailers that looks like backyard, moss covered storage for the distant flagship library (but it really is a good library…inside) – is moving up into the sparkly new digs. Someday. Soon.
I have a card. I have yet to use it. We visit. We hang out. We read. But I’m starting to think that it might be a good thing to get her used to the idea of borrowing and returning.
She knows about sharing. She knows about stuff that’s not hers. We don’t really lose all that much stuff and are mostly good about deadlines…
She already has a Starbucks card. When do you get a kid their own library card?