OK, so we're bored, sick of the whole play group scene and want to get out of the freaking house. So, we park at the Interstate Freddies and hop on a MAX to downtown. What will we do there? Go to our famed Village O' Books. This is several adventures in one, as we can talk about the multi-colored dolphins jumping out of the Willamette -- and are being ridden by new imaginary friend/story catalyst, one Freddie Mouse -- the time we fixed our owies at the Kaiser and asking uncomfortable questions about the tweakers ("What wrong wit the man, daddy?"). Then, books, books, books. Half a dozen little tables and four times that many little chairs and more critter books than previously imaginable.Tomorrow: tiny, baby zeebra.
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