Monday, January 3, 2011

Only in the Library

I looked up from my work today to find a little boy standing in front of my desk. He couldn't have been more than four years old at most. He shook his head sadly and gave me the most sorrowful and repentant of looks I've ever seen.

"I ran in the library," he whispered to me as if confessing the most grievous of sins.

"I'm sure you won't do it again," I said solemnly in return. He nodded slowly and then walked away.

If anybody else needs to unburdon themselves, I'll be in my librarian confessional from noon to nine tomorrow. : )



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