The Boy recently completed a more in-depth, take-home project for school: the lifecycle of the crocodile. The Internets was not so helpful, so we headed to the library. Mama had to work over the break, and The Dad wasn’t thinking about crocodiles or libraries. Throw in a major holiday and CPL‘s abbreviated schedule and our only hope for book help was a library in the suburbs.
We chose the Highland Park library. One of my friends works there, and I had been there previously for a story hour with her, so I knew my way around the place, making it a good choice. Plus, it was open on Sunday. I called my friend to get the scoop, and headed up there.
The Boy and I made it a Mama-The Boy playdate of sorts. We drove up to downtown Highland Park and spent 10 minutes looking for parking. Then we had lunch at Potbelly. Except for the Potbelly, I felt like I was in a John Hughes movie. Queue up the Simple Minds.
The library and the children’s librarian who helped us were both very nice. Although the public library system is open to all, regardless of residency or tax status, I felt a bit weird about being there. Probably because we didn’t have Highland Park library cards (and in fact owe a mint in overdue fines on our CPL cards) and weren’t checking out books. Instead, we settled down on one of the smaller tables in the children’s reference section, took out a notebook and a few pencils and got to work.
The Boy read out interesting facts while I took the notes (in printing!). It was quiet in the library for about half an hour. Then a little boy came in with his father and his father’s friends, who proceeded to have a loud conversation while the boy tried to get his father’s attention. They left about 5 minutes later, thank goodness. Another little girl came in with her mother, who got a phone call not 30 seconds later. Fortunately, it did not bother The Boy, who was busy discerning new facts about crocodiles from those that he knew already.