At the library

A preschooler and her parents sat next to me. She was clad in school uniform.  As soon as her parents settled down, the little girl hurried to a nearby book shelf and a little later came running carrying a thick book. She excitedly sat on a green chair, opened the book and murmured. Perhaps she must be reading on her own, i.e., baby language.

Fascinated by a picture, she asked mom, 'What is this?'

'A snake.'

In a loud voice, the girl shrieked, 'Ouch, big.'

Other readers were alarmed by the little one's reaction. Her mom looked around apologetically, and said, 'Quiet! Shh...'

'I want another' said a girl still loudly, not paying attention to her mom. She slammed close the book and ran to get another book. For sometime I was annoyed, and at the same time I was enjoying her activities.  I looked at the girl frequently. But she was oblivious. Occasionally, her mom glanced at me perhaps guiltily. I smiled, a gesture to convey 'it's all right, after all she is little'.

She made several trips to the book shelf giggling and talking to herself. Finally she pulled a red chair this time and sat down. She opened the book.

'I will read you, okay!' mom said.

'Okay!'

Mom began to read for her. She was listening to her mother and suddenly she said, ' Stop, shh..You are noisy, mommy!' She closed the book, carried it and ran to put the book on the shelf.

Her mom's eyes met with mine and we both smiled. 

I was less into my books but more into that little girl. It reminded me of my girl when she was in K1.