We had the entire children's floor to ourselves, and she was uncharacteristically cautious at first. Taking one book from the shelf at a time. Spinning a globe of the world. Lifting up a metal bookend and asking her favorite question of all time: "Mama, what's this?"
Then Gabriella came across the animal puppets, one of which was a giraffe. A GIRAFFE, MAMA! A GIRAFFE!!
Oh, boy.
Gabriella started to dart around bookcases. She stopped listening to me altogether. And eventually she tripped right over her own white-sandaled feet. Knocked her head against a wooden chair. (The sound was dreadful). Screamed bloody murder. (This sound was worse).
Luckily, neither she nor the librarian held a grudge. Once outside, sitting on the curb in the oppressive heat and waiting for Michael to pick us up, Gabriella turned to me and said, "Mama, I love the library."
Phew.
Oh, and for the record, after all that, the book Gabriella checked out is:
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