A few weeks ago, we accidentally went to library story time. I just wanted some books to give my brain something to think about, so I hauled the kids to the library. There were a lot of kids there--a million minivans parked out front. And all the kids were wearing identical backpacks that they took off and threw into the return box. Interesting.
Well, we plopped down on the floor with the other kids and Maggie sang and danced and listened and played all through the story hour. She was spellbound by it. I'd never seen her so well behaved in my life!
Then the kids got up and ran to the shelves that held the backpacks. Oh. You check these things out! The backpacks were filled with books and a related toy or two and a little lesson plan so Mom knows what to do with it. Genius. And you check it out for free.
Maggie now loves the library. She loves her little backpacks she checks out each week. She loves being a big girl at story hour with the other kids. In fact, last week when I decided just to drive through the book drop instead of going inside, Maggie cried and cried to go in. So we did. I mean seriously, how can you say no to a kid crying to go to the library? You can't--nor should you.
I already knew I loved our library, but now I really love it. I'd marry it if I could.