This past Friday was my last day at my branch for about a month (we temporarily closed to get self-check machines installed. Ask me how I feel about THAT some other time).
I was getting ready to close up the children's floor when a kid and his father came upstairs. I recognized the kid, but couldn't place my finger on why (he wasn't one of the regulars).
"I remember you from my class visit!" he cried out. Ahh, so that was it.
"I remember you too!" I said.
Kid: "The book you read to us was sooooo beautiful."
Me: "Which book was it?"
Kid: "Pete the Cat."
Me: "That is a great book."
Kid: "I came here with my brother the other day to see if you could read us another story."
Can a person's heart melt and soar at the same time? I think so.
The kid's older brother, who obviously was much too cool for storytime, looked at me with resignation.
Can't win 'em all.
"Maybe I can read you a story the next time you come in," I said, knowing that it would be a while before I'd see him again.
"Okay!" he said, and then ran off to find some books before we closed.
A month isn't too long, I guess. I just hope he's not too cool for storytime when I see him next.