I drop off my girls at school and am driving home. We happen to drive by the library. My son says, “Me go to library.”
“Not now,” I reply. ”It’s not open yet.”
Well, he proceeds to kick and scream because we can’t go to the library.
“Me want books,” he says.
“I know, baby, but we’ll have to go some other time.”
“No!” he screams and kicks some more.
When we used to go to the library, my son would be happy with only a few books. Now, he pulls book after book off the shelves and he ends up getting close to a dozen (and that’s just him).
I try to limit our library visits to just once a week because my husband can’t take the library books that lie around our house in piles and frequently across the floor.
My children play a game where they check out library books. The other day they were selling library books to each other complete with play money–bartering in effect.
It’s not just my son who has a problem. He got it from me.
Last weekend, I was putting books on hold and suddenly the computer comes back at me and says, “Error. Please check your account at the information desk.”
Well, I thought. I’ll just use my other daughter’s account.
Same message on her account.
So on Monday I ask the librarian. She kindly informs me that there is a 20-item limit on each account for the number of holds placed.
I quietly think to myself, Maybe it’s time my son opens an account.
Yep, I’m a monster too.