Tuesday, March 02, 2004
Dr. Seuss was born one hundred years ago today! We held a birthday party for him last Saturday at the Greenhouse. It was one of those sorts of events that, if you knew someone who was considering whether to have kids, you'd send them along so as to put them off the idea of breeding for life. Thirty or forty of the little bastards tykes running around the place. Though as ever it's questionable as to who is worse, the kids or their parents. As I stood watching a kid slouched against one of the boxes we keep children's picture books in, he slid along it's side and, with no real effort, managed to break off the tortoise that made one of it's sides. His Mum was a few feet away and watched him do this, making no effort to stop him before, tell him off afterwards or apologise to me for her son destroying a piece of library property. There was another mother who didn't make any attempt to stop her hyperactive monster from pulling books and videos off of shelves and seemed to think it was okay because she would stuff them back on afterwards. My colleague who was running the event said that when it was all done she didn't have one child or parent thanking her for doing it. Makes you wonder why we bother really...
