We are on our way to story time at Borders for the second week in a row, although last week was NOT a success. Harry was overcome by the excitement of hanging out with all the big kids, and he kept running up to kids sitting happily with their sippy cups and snack baggies, crouching in their faces, and saying, "Aughhhh!" at the top of his lungs. Harry was the youngest by about 18 months. (Excpet for Josephine, who was excessivley well behaved, grumble grumble.)
We're trying again because Borders has a good kids' section, and he can run around there, at the very least.
I actually think the story of the wet dog that the story lady read last week was not sophisticated enough for Harrison, who has slightly more academic tastes.
Case in point, this book theft:
Harry always says before you join the ranks of all those who interpret Plato as entirely dismissive of rhetoric as a mere craft, consider giving the Gorgias a closer read-- line by line, perhaps.
Also, Audre was right-- the master's tools can never dismantle the mater's house. The Melissa & Doug tool bench, however, can be used to beat the crap out of an IKEA desk, in case you were wondering.