February 23, 2014

Small packages

There are three things—and possibly only three things—that my children have in common. They are very verbal, they are good readers, and they are little. I mean, tiny. This combination means that random strangers used to look at Zachary in bookstores and comment, “That book is bigger than you are.”

Benjamin, our giant, tops out at the 20th percentile, so people are less likely to do double-takes at the things that come out of his mouth. Zach has always had the advantage of people assuming he’s a genius, because he looks six but sounds like he’s twenty-seven. There’s something to be said for the second percentile.

Lilah is itsy-bitsy. Seriously. Like Zachary, she’s a miniature version of a child her own age. At five, she’s easily the shortest kid in her Kindergarten class. The only thing big on that child is her mouth, which functions just fine. The girl talks from the moment she wakes up until I’m walking out of her room and shutting her door at night…

We went to the bookstore yesterday because Benjamin had finished the second book of The Familiars in one day, in part due to waking up at five in order to read it. He sprained his ankle and is rather (ahem) challenging to keep still, so I decided that getting him the next two books qualified as a medical expense. While we were there, I figured we should get Lilah the rest of the Pet Fairy books, because I’m reading a fantastic book right now and if they have books, maybe they’ll leave me alone. (This strategy actually worked for about an hour on Friday.)

Unfortunately, the bookstore did not have book three of The Familiars nor books two or four of the Pet Fairies. We went over to the information desk, where the children explained to the clerk which books they wanted her to order.

The clerk looked down at my daughter, barely as high as the desk, and explained that it would take a few days for her books to come in.

“That’s OK,” I interjected. “She can just read book three first and come back to it. You don’t mind reading books out of order, do you, Boo?”

“Well,” she answered. “I just don’t like to read the Rainbow Fairies books out of order. Because of spoilers.”

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