The little boy hair was tousled. The fingers were grimy that began to drum quietly at the edge of the information desk as I answered another patron's question. But the mother encouraged patience.
Finally I turned.
"How may I help you?"
Now up to bat he smiled, "Do you have the book called..... do you have the book called...." he stopped.
"Do I have the book called..." I encouraged.
Suddenly the three-year old dashed around the desk and into the inner circle to my chair, stood on tiptoes and whispered into my ear, " Do you have the book "Everyone Poops"? (!!!)
We did. (a humorous picture book by Taro Gomi)
And glory be, wouldn't it be lovely to cultivate such a sense of delicacy beyond the age of three?
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