The Best Books Store

I have to tell you a cute story. Christian and Bergen were playing in their "secret hideout" (the storage room under the stairs) for quite awhile this morning. When they came out, Christian told me what they'd been doing: "We made up a store," he said, excitedly. "It's called Best Book and we even have a mascot. It's a little book with eyes and arms and legs."

They were making books and bookmarks to sell.

OK, so another half an hour goes by. Christian comes upstairs to where I was doing dishes. He was looking for bookmarks.

"How's the store going?" I asked.

"It's good," he answered. "Bergen retired."

"Bergen retired? Did he get bored with it?"

"No, he thought he didn't get paid enough," said Christian. "I paid him a dollar and six cents, but he didn't think that was enough."

Funny. I love my kids.