September 19, 2001 - Wednesday
Harry and I went to the library on the way home today as we sometimes do. He asked to go there as we drove up Main St., though I'd been meaning to take him there since it was closed when we went on Monday. Harry's quite comfortable at the library and knows exactly where to go. So, I put him down as I got a drink for the water fountain and knowing he'd head in the right direction. But, as we got down to the bottom of the short flight of stairs that leads to the children's room, Harry stopped and did not race to the room as usual. Instead, he stopped in the smaller outer room with shelves filled with children's videos and immediately found a set of videos called Veggietales. I'd never heard of these videos, so I assumed that Harry had discovered them on a trip to the library with his daycare provider. It wasn't such a big mystery.

Harry took one of the Veggietales tapes into the children's room and over to one of the tables and began to play with it. That's OK as long as he doesn't figure out how to pull the actual tape out of the cassette with his tiny fingers. Rather than wait for that to happen, once Harry tired of Veggietales for a moment and ran off to the book shelves, I took the opportunity to return the tape to the appropriate shelf. Harry didn't see me do it. But, after looking at a few books, and after negotiating with me about how many books he could take off the shelves at once, some five minutes later Harry returned to that first table. Startled that the Veggietales tape was gone, Harry started saying "Veggietales, find it." I don't know that he understood what I actually said, but as soon as I conceded that I had put the tape away, he darted straight out of the room to the tape shelves and it all started again.


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