I dread Fridays, because not only am I shelving alone, but also the most popular storytime is that day. Today was a Friday like every other Friday, in that the children’s room was chock full of marauding post-toddlers. I heaved a sigh of fatigue and pushed my overly loaded cart o’ books into the fray.
The majority of the children eventually dissipated, until there was just one mother with four small kids. She said to them, “Okay! We’re going to have to go soon, now what do we do?” The kids all scrambled around, picking up all the stuffed animals strewn across the room. Then she said, “And what about the chess set, guys?” Two of the kids banded together to put it back in the box. They then proceeded to put all the books laying around into the “lost book” bucket for me to put away later.
Then, she had them all get their coats and books together, and they trooped cheerfully out to the front desk.
That short little exchange made my day (which hadn’t been so hot until then, see "Attention: Please keep this door shut"
The majority of the children eventually dissipated, until there was just one mother with four small kids. She said to them, “Okay! We’re going to have to go soon, now what do we do?” The kids all scrambled around, picking up all the stuffed animals strewn across the room. Then she said, “And what about the chess set, guys?” Two of the kids banded together to put it back in the box. They then proceeded to put all the books laying around into the “lost book” bucket for me to put away later.
Then, she had them all get their coats and books together, and they trooped cheerfully out to the front desk.
That short little exchange made my day (which hadn’t been so hot until then, see "Attention: Please keep this door shut"
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