This morning we took a meal to a friend who just had a baby. I decided since we were out in the general vicinity of our city’s library, we would drop in to finally get Hannah her own library card. It’s not that we have been denying her a card but I dread going to this library and stopped going altogether when I got a ticket for parking too close to a stop sign. I do not like street parking in a city area. I try to only go to places with parking lots, especially with kids. It’s just safer. Because we live on the border of a town and our actual city, I prefer to go to the town’s library as they have a parking lot and it’s actually closer to our house.
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Hannah was so excited to finally have her own card to use and not have me check her books out on my card. That was really the only good thing from that library visit. My decision of only attending the town’s library was solidified when we were in the children’s room scoping out books (we were the only people there because it was during school hours) and one of the children’s librarians turned to Caleb (who was sorting through Magic Tree House books), pointed at him, and sternly told him not to mess up the books. Caleb looked at me and we quickly checked out. I think those workers get used to the rougher kids from the city coming in and forget that not everyone is like that.
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