The Cornwall Public Library was a perfect host for Family Day. Unfortunately, we were terrible guests.
On the drive home, I said to Max, “Should we have left during the movie, before Anastasia started freaking out?”
Anastasia: I fweaking out. I fweak out at the liberry. Ha ha!
You know when, among other things, library patrons are staring because your little kid is running the full length of the building and laughing, and your bigger kid is trying to catch her, and you end up having to sprint down the row of book stacks and carry her out bodily, holding on to her snow suit as she screams and tries to lunge back into the library?
Or maybe you don’t. Lucky you.
I shouldn’t grumble. I love my kids more than my own life. They’re not demons, they just play them on Hallowe’en and channel them periodically thereafter. Max minds us, albeit complaining the whole time, and Anastasia is starting to listen more. But it was one of those times that I kept my head down and hoped no one recognized me. You know what I mean?