Treadmill

Oh My God.

Get a treadmill and an electrical generator and put this child on it.

I'm not sure if there was something in the air, or it's four days after Thanksgiving or what, but it seemed that every fifth child at the library today was having a bad energy management day. A was one of them, and he was one of the better ones. He ran around. He banged things. He unshelved books. He dragged chairs all over the place. He kicked walls. He ran away. He went limp when I held his hand and tried to walk to the car. And of course it was raining when we wanted to play outside and the sun was shining in his eyes when I wanted him to take a nap.



Oh, and I got some pictures from my brother-in-law.