Here's a look at an average library trip for us: Miss C. and I spend the entire time speed reading the spines (she can't read yet but knows where to find her favorite authors) as we comb through the children's stacks. Then we stuff as many books as we can into our bag before Master W. runs off... or starts shouting... or finds some other way to cause the library staff to look our way with disapproval.
Please tell me I'm not the only mother this happens to. Everybody else's toddlers always look so well behaved when we're there, while my little guy can barely sit in the stacks long enough for us to chose a single book.
The library may not be stress-free, but it is wonderful. I have found, though, that when it comes to sharing my favorite childhood books with my children, a library copy just won't do. I must have a copy for our own little home library.
Case in point: 'The Mushroom Center Disaster' by N.M. Bodecker. I have very fond memories of my own mother reading this charming story about Beetle and the other residents of Mushroom Center.
I hope you get a chance to get your hands on a copy of this wonderful book someday. I promise you'll love it!