Sam and I received a note from Mrs. P last month, thanking me for the post and letting us know that she was coming to town to do a reading. Sam could not believe it. I have never seen him look or react in the way that he did, going from open mouth shock to downright giggly embarrassment. It was as though Big Bird and The President had decided to drop by the house carrying a Fraggle under their arms for good luck. My son was flummoxed.
He is totally confused and excited how exactly he's going to see Mrs. P outside her virtual library and asks me 16 times a day what I think she'll be wearing and how many stories she might read (as he is usually only allowed two at a time). As such, I am looking as forward to it being done and dusted as he is for the actual event. So... if you are so inclined (and you really should be):
Story Time with Mrs. P
Thursday, February 26 at 11am
Powell's on Cedar Hills Blvd
There are going to be loads of good people there, and as it's a school day, I would imagine a good number of them will be on the smaller side.
This is not the only trip we have planned... we are tagging along with Paul's class to the Harlem Globe Trotters Game on Saturday. I haven't even told Sam about this one yet. I'm not sure his small body could bear the anticipation. We all have to get well, though, so that's top priority. As for this last weekend, in my stuffy nose haze I really am thrilled with the amount of work we got done on the weekend and I know all good things have to come to end one way or another. Since my nannying days, I have come to terms with the "end" taking the form of some temporary illness or laundry or both. Anticipating the sick makes it so much easier to take, I think. And the laundry, well, I just put away the last load this morning so take that, Karma.