Friday, April 25, 2008


My son definitely inherited the Librarian gene. He's been weeding his beginning readers, leaving me the heartbreaking task of saying goodbye to his old Dr. Seuss and the good Berenstain Bears books. So many memories... especially of Evan adding about 50 extra B words to The B Book (his extra ending: "Bummer.") And his lugubrious, Droopy-the-Dog-inspired Knox while reading Fox in Socks.

More evidence of the Librarian gene. Note that he is not constrained by the limits of National Poetry Month!