Bethany Hardy shares:
I have fond memories of library visits with my mom when I was little. I adored everything about the place, including walking up and down the musty aisles, breathing in that strange but pleasant old book smell. So nowadays I take K. to the library often, hoping to make it a special place for him, too.
Going to the library with a 3 year old is a feat for only the bravest of soldiers. For the first, say, two minutes, things are just peachy. Then all hell breaks loose.