I went to Barnes & Noble the other day and spent two hours admiring their collection of picture books. I also made a spectacle of myself in the novelties section. Imagine a grown woman with her arms wrapped around a plush toy display stand screaming, “I remember the Lorax!”
I giggled when the salesclerk asked if I needed any assistance. She was thinking straightjacket but I handed her a list of book titles scribbled in crayon . . .
“These, um, are for my kids.”