Today I received a mini-lecture from a random stranger in well-worn jeans and a baseball cap.
As I left the library with my three-year-old,my son danced over to the button for the automatic door and pressed it with a little bounce in his step and wiggle of his head.
He loves pressing these buttons.
When he was old enough to reach out of the stroller, he insisted on being the one to control the doors.
When he was two-years-old and leaving the library was always fight, these buttons were a blessing. He wanted to skip going home for lunch and naptime and just stay and play forever. The massive terrible two’s tantrum hovered over us like a threatening storm cloud every single time we went to the library in those days.
So, I started giving him something to look forward to. I’d say, “It’s time to go. Would you like…
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