Storytime...according to little man

I decided to try Storytime again.
(refer to 9/13/07 post, titled "Wheeee!"
Really, go ahead and read it...it's a good one)

So yeah...after a year, we tried Storytime at the library again.
Fortunately, there were no crying outbursts or poopy outbursts (which is infinitely worse)...but I'm not going to qualify our visit as a huge success either.


Don't be deceived by this picture. The coloring lasted for about as long as it took me to take this. Once I had practically drug him into the building, I had to convince him that I was not going to leave him. When he finally decided to believe me and let go of his apparant abandonment issues, he was much more interested in what was on the tables instead of the story. (Shocking, isn't it?)

He became so disruptive with his beggings and pleadings to leave the room that I finally gave in and let him "lead me" into the main part of the library. (I was actually running after him, but what's the diff, really?) And how many times should I plan on repeating: "We need to be quiet." before it finally sinks in? Obviously about a thousand...

Here begins our own special brand of Storytime,
i.e. Thus the Hullabaloo:

Little man was immediately drawn to the house in the kid section.


Then decides to run down a couple of aisles.


Before heading back to the house to point out random children.


While already planning his next venture to the DVD shelf.


Which apparently makes him homesick for the house.


But after playing musical books, heads off to terrorize the unsuspecting gal at the info desk who quickly found work in another section of the library.


The lure of the house was more than he could withstand.


Until the call of the book bins took over.


But was quickly shadowed by the enticings of the small yellow table.


Oh! but the book bins are soooo tempting.


Ahhhhh! but the small blue table is equally lovely.


And look! a small red table. Could things get any better?!


Oh yes, indeed. A snazzy chair right next to a bookshelf overflowing with things just waiting to be tossed haphazardly, and a computer just too tauntingly near.


I was insane and drooling from the corner of my mouth at this point.
I convinced little man that it was time to go. (Okay, really I bribed him with a trip to Kroger to buy some M&Ms, but whatever...I was done.)
On the way out (amidst the tear-jerking applause from all library patrons at the mere hint of our departure), little man noticed the Storytime room.

He runs in like he has just seen a long lost friend.


Then obviously realizes where he is, and has a frightening flashback of 20 minutes earlier.


I'm just not sure if Storytime will ever hold the magic it did for me and my girls, although I'll probably give it another try. Little man does ask to go, but I just can't picture him sitting and happily listening to a story.

I can't picture him sitting.