What’s the difference between an aspiring kidlit author/illustrator and all the other parents at the library?
An aspiring author/illustrator quietly studies new and classic picture books when one kid falls asleep while the other is enjoying Lego Club. (I was trying to keep my stack to sign out somewhat reasonable so the kids could choose a few too.)
I plopped the napping child in the middle of the floor, pretended I didn’t know her, and enjoyed watching the reaction of the other patrons to the random abandoned sleeping child.
One thought on “What’s the Difference?”
“Random abandoned child”, I like that, lol!