It’s official

that Nicholas appears to have the same love affair with books as his sisters do.  While we are lucky that he appears to enjoy their vast collection of bookish hand-me-downs, he has a few interests that were not around when they were young.  Given we can only take so much with us when we move in two short months, we try to utilize the local library as much as possible.  

Today Nick's buddy Nate stopped by for a while, so we had a group trip to the library.  It occurred to me on the way that A. it had been a while since we had visited the library and B.  Nick should be eligible for a library card and given that he mastered the writing of his name quite some time ago, it's time he had his own card.

Mind you, I apparently missed the news that they stopped that whole "one has to write his or her own name to get a library card" years ago, as now one can get one at age two.  Or maybe I knew that and subconciously figured he should wait until he was old enough, as that would make the event a wee bit more special.

I can't say the clerk was terribly excited about Nick's new card, but I gather he sees this sort of thing every day.  However, I can't say I didn't swipe away a tear watching him *sign* his name and get his official library card (and two key cards, which just cracks me up).