"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times..." last night at the library. My wife and I took both boys to story-telling time at our public library which has a wonderful Children's library department with great programs. The 4-year old sat through story after story until the reader ran out of books and then he and the sole remaining other listener demanded re-readings of several of the previous books!
Our 3-year old WAS NOT the sole remaining other listener. In fact, where his brother could be left alone too sit on the floor and listen to stories about mice for a half-hour, the three-year old lasted only a half-minute and then only in my tight clutches seated on my lap. One boy attentive...a ready listener. One boy inattentive...a ready for-anything-else type! The 3-year old has no library voice. He has no library patience. He has no library skills or manners. And yet, I spent a half-hour with him in the library while his brother happily attended story time. Finally, the reader ended story-time and we went downstairs, checked out our books and headed for home. I changed the 3-year old into his pajamas and read him some books (NOW HE's ATTENTIVE) and turned off the light and closed his door.
"...It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done: it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known." And yes, I did sleep well last night!
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