Library

When I walked into my daughter’s bedroom this morning, I saw this.

I asked my daughter what was going on.

“It’s a library,” she explained.

This evening, she had a book reading at this kid’s library, and she read me The Diary of a Worm. She was a great reader and effectively sold the book’s humor and profundity.

She even assisted me in checking out a book with a pretend scanner. It does my heart good to see her have fun with books.