fun/cute/weird things from today’s outdoor art fair
(I had a booth on both days and wanted to share the highlights!)
so many ADORABLE PETS OMG!!! (boothmate had dog treats btw) including
the teensiest black toy poodle that was so soft and cute!
a 3 week old pitbull who was SO VERY LITTLE. a tiny! the person was holding it close to their chest like a premature baby.
a cat in a stroller
oh and also numerous adorable baby humans staring at me with their giant big eyes
little girl who licked the tulle hanging off my tablecloth
separate little girl who got really up close and personal to a rose quartz heart and took a big sniff
ANOTHER little girl who leaned in and stared at my wares intently for over a minute
grandparent aged person with a shirt that said “protect trans kids”
guy who was so tall he had to duck to fit under my standard sized tent
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Adventures in Librarian-ing
Me: *reading Mike Boldt's Bad Dog to the class, wherein a little girl keeps saying her cat is a "bad dog"*
Kindergartener: *clearly frustrated at the character, annoyed huff while legit pulling this face:*
Kindergartener: It's a caaaat!!!
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I've had this blanket for 20+ years and the thing it always makes me think of is...
...How when I first learned to read I came to my mom and was like "Mommy, they misspelled dálmata on my blanket! You'd think a company as big as Disney would be able to get that right!"
And then my mom had to explain to me that it was written in English and they spell words differently than us because they speak a different language.
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Some Loki cuteness
(Loki is visiting Stark's house with Sylvie, who's been there several times)
4-year-old Morgan Stark: Uncle Loki! *runs up to him and clamps onto his leg*
Loki, confused: Hello. Who are you?
Morgan: Morgan Stark. Can you make a lusion for me please?
Loki, whispering frantically to Sylvie: How does she know my name?
(Sylvie pulls him across the room to a sofa. Morgan sits on Loki's foot like a parole anklet while he walks, so he has to drag her along.)
Sylvie, loving all this: Uncle Thor always lets her hang onto his leg when he visits. And he tells her about his brother Loki, who's tall and thin with black hair and green eyes and makes illusions in the air.
Loki, sitting down and sticking out his leg so Morgan's a foot off the ground: Well, I won't be outdone by Uncle Thor.
Morgan: Uncle Teeb let me go sledding in his shield.
Loki: Am I in the brotherhood of the uncles now? *puts down Morgan* All right, Morgan. What kind of illusion would you like?
(Morgan goes to a basket full of toys and books and looks through the books. Sylvie helps her.)
Sylvie: What about this one?
Morgan, bringing Loki the book: One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish.
Loki, who definitely knows what a fish is: What's a fish?
Morgan, who is very smart: It's a animal that swims in the water.
Loki: Ohhhhh...
(Morgan climbs up to sit between Loki and Sylvie, gives Loki the book. He reads it to her while creating illusions of the fish. By the end of the book, the room is full of brightly colored floating fish.)
Morgan: I love you two thousand.
Loki, trying not to cry because here is a small person who doesn't hate or fear him: That's how old I am! How old are you?
Morgan: Four.
Loki: Then...I love you four thousand.
Morgan, giggling: That's too many.
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I was having a bad day and I didn’t feel like teaching, but one of my students made me a pipe cleaner bracelet and gently put it on my wrist, so everything is much better now.
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Adventures in Librarian-ing
I've found another book that makes little kids lose their minds: Children Make Terrible Pets by Peter Brown.
They already get riled up at the title, but they really lose it at the last line of the book, where the main character's mom says "[Children] really are the worst."
"WHAAAT!"
"Excuse you!"
"We are NOT!"
And then they lose their minds all over again when the last page reveals that the bear cub now wants an elephant for a pet.
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An Incident
Me: how old are you again?
My small cousin: Four and a half.
Me: Wait, aren't you five?
Cousin: Oh, yeah...I don't know my own...Strength. (Flexes.)
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