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April 7, 2011

The Book Fair.

For the last week and a half, we saw signs up at the preschool that they’d be having a book fair this week. The boys loved the signs. On it was Olivia (they love the show on Nick Jr), Clifford the Big Red Dog and a few other children’s book characters. The Little Kidlet laughs and laughs at this guy…

Well, this week rolled around. The school had mentioned that you could send money with the children, since they’d be visiting the book fair in class. On Monday, I forgot. And wouldn’t you know, that’s the day that they went?

We picked up the Oldest Kidlet, and though the book fair should be closed, it wasn’t. The Oldest Kidlet had been telling me about a pirate book that he wanted, and so we poked our heads in. Just in time for me to remember that I didn’t have any cash on me, and I didn’t feel comfortable using a credit card if they were just writing down the information. So we left, with the Oldest Kidlet in tears.

The next morning, I came armed with money. We bought the “Pirate book” which turned out to be “Can You See What I See? Treasure Ship” – which is a book similar to the I Spy series. It wasn’t cheap, but it was gorgeous and shiny (the cover is a copper metallic paper, and the endpapers are maps). We walked to the classroom, with the Oldest Kidlet clutching his prize. I happily though to myself that this was the end of the drama.

Wrong. As we got to class, OK saw a classmate reading her new books- so he wanted to look at his. But it wouldn’t fit in his cubby, and he didn’t want me to take it. But his little brother wanted to take it home, and immediately began throwing a giant fit. Crying, snot, flailing limbs, the works. Yes… over a book. I had some money left, so I thought that maybe letting him pick out his own book would help. And 15 minutes of a tantrum later, he did. I know. I probably shouldn’t have bought him a book when he was behaving that way, but it was only because he wanted a book of his own.

I would be lying if I said that this was the end of book related drama this week. The Little Kidlet wants to get a new book every day when we pass the Book Fair. The Oldest Kidlet takes his new book everywhere, even into bed. I woke up the other night to hear him screaming bloody murder because his book was gone- it had fallen behind his bed. Not the way anyone wants to be woken up at 3 am.

I love that my children love books. I really do- but boy, am I going to be glad when the Book Fair is over and the “pirate book” is just another book.

Considering how pirate crazy my children are… the odds of that are slim.

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