I stopped by the bookstore to get Zion a few new books, since we were all done with the bedtime stories we had at home. Last week, he asked if I was about to read him The Ninja Turtle, where the short, bad guy got caught in the end.
I didn’t need another clue to know he was tired of the always-repeated story already.
I made plans to branch out at the bookstore today before going home. I would get four new storybooks for now, and once they got exhausted, I would go for another.
“Good evening, ma’am,” the older lady behind the counter said at my entrance into the bookstore, her eyes staying on me.
I flashed a bright smile. “Good evening.” I moved over to the counter, where she stood behind it, and placed my hands on it.
“What can I get you?” the polite lady asked.
“I need at least four
