I spend a LOT of time at the public library with my daughter, anywhere from one to four times each week. Why? Going in the morning gets this not-a-morning-mama up and out of the house early. It gives my daughter, who is not in daycare, an opportunity to interact with other children of varying ages. It gives ME a chance to interact with adults. It’s a change of scenery, a change of pace, and gives us different toys and puzzles to play with. And, you know, that whole early literacy thing. That, too.
Because I’ve spent so much time there I’ve conducted my own very unscientific, very unofficial anthropological study of the other parents I encounter and the behavior we all share.
May I present to you my findings after observing the library parents in their natural environment:
1. The futile pleas to play pretend