If you happen to see Lucy this week, ask her what she has in her wallet and watch her face light up.
On Monday, October 11, 2010, Lucy got her very first library card. Frankly, I don’t know why we didn’t do this before — I had just never looked into it. But at the Chicago Public Library, there is no minimum age for library card holders. You simply must be able to write your first and last name.
So, Monday afternoon, Lucy and I had some name-writing practice (she’s quite good at it, but I wanted to help her get all the letters in a row and write them smaller), then we all headed over to the library. After filling out a form, Lucy was handed her very own card. “How did they do that?,” she asked. “How did they make it so fast?” She chose two books to check out, and we went on our way to visit Papa at his office and show off Lucy’s new credentials.
That night, she felt so pleased about the library card that she asked to sleep with it. How could we say no? “It’s going to be fun to be a grown-up and check out books with my own card,” Lucy said as she headed off to bed. Yes, I agree!