Marijo is performing on the third floor, but the children's room is on the Fourth. We're early enough to catch her set, but Boy Wonder wants to get his books and videos first. He and I usually pick out about six books to take home, but we read them first, sitting on the carpet in the children's room to preview our choices, cover to cover.
At 10:30, the librarian asks us if we know there's a storyteller downstairs? Yes, we know.
We read three books. "Want to save the rest for home, and go see Marijo tell stories?"
"No."
We finish the sixth book. "Want to go hear some stories downstairs, before we get videos?"
"No, let's get videos now."
At 11:20, we're ready to go check out. We pass the used book table as we reach the second floor. "Just a minute, I want to see if there are any storytelling books here."
My four year old stares at me. "Why do you like storytelling so much?"
"Well, I guess it's one of my favorite things."
"Doesn't all that storytelling make your mouth tired?"
I pause.
"Yes. Yes it does."