Paige and I went to the library on Friday morning. “We are so lucky to get this new Barbie movie!” she said. It was pretty exciting. A brand new Barbie movie.
As we ventured over to look at some books, I noticed a book in the “new” section that I had seen before. It was new a couple of years ago, and Morgan checked it out because she liked the picture on the cover (how they choose 98 percent of their books).
So, wait … how was it new a couple years ago and again on the “new” shelf Friday?
Well, because a certain two-year-old (the same child now excited about the Barbie movie) decided to decorate the book a couple years ago … with a Sharpie.
When a two-year-old colors in a book with a Sharpie, it’s a pretty fair consequence that her mother has to pay the library for the book. I mean, who is at fault when a two-year-old has a Sharpie and is unsupervised long enough to color on three pages of a library book?!?
And, then, since we paid for it, we got to keep it. Too bad it’s not a favorite of the kids. If you ever want to read about Emily Dickinson, feel free to borrow it from us. Most of the book isn’t colored on. 😉
(I wonder why it took two years for the library to replace the book?)