Ava Devillis and her child attended story time this afternoon. This is the first time since her declaration that a bathmat could lead a better story time than I could. The two of them sat in their previous place outside the circle and ignored my reading.
Halfway through my inspired reading of The Very Hungry Caterpillar, her cell phone blowed up, as the kids say.
Ah, justice. Just as I was about to admonish her, however, she stood up and walked out of the library to take her call. It kind of hurts when the enemy is polite.
I continued as the happy catepiller went through his day and noticed that while Ms. Devillis was outside her son kept looking over at our circle. By the time the book had ended, he had crept closer and joined in, clapping when the story came to a close.
I high fived a series of excited toddlers and stood to make my way out of the reading area when I felt a tug at my pants.
Halfway through my inspired reading of The Very Hungry Caterpillar, her cell phone blowed up, as the kids say.
Ah, justice. Just as I was about to admonish her, however, she stood up and walked out of the library to take her call. It kind of hurts when the enemy is polite.
I continued as the happy catepiller went through his day and noticed that while Ms. Devillis was outside her son kept looking over at our circle. By the time the book had ended, he had crept closer and joined in, clapping when the story came to a close.
I high fived a series of excited toddlers and stood to make my way out of the reading area when I felt a tug at my pants.