Today I popped on over to a branch of the Free Library of Philadelphia to start an internship. In the midst of beginning and introductions the branch manager told me that he’d like me to help with a group of Montessori school kids (8 of them) that come in once a week. On Thursdays when I will be volunteering as it happens.

They also happened to traipse in as we were talking. “Here,” the Branch Manager says as he thrusts a book into my hands, “Help me read a book to the kids.” [no, that's not really how it happened, but come on, I have to have some drama here]

So he read one book, and then I read the other. Snow Sounds: An Onomatopoeic Story. It was really cute and the kids were nice.

In the end I survived and realized that maybe reading children’s books to a bunch of little kids isn’t all that bad.