I haven't had time to shop, but let me post some of the things that made me roll on the floor laughing.
Three 6-year-old kids hovered around just smiling at me, saying nothing. Then one of them probably wanted to break the quiet conversation and whispered in my ear.
Kid: I am almost finished with my book.
Me: Say that again, please? (I whispered back, making sure I heard right.)
Kid: I am writing a book. It's a very good one and I am almost done.
Her friend: What did you tell Grace D. Chong?
Kid: Nothing.
Me: It's a secret she can't tell you yet.
More smiles all around.
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A little girl runs to me followed by her parents.
Little girl: Hello, Grace D. Chong!
Me: Hi! What's your name?
Little girl: You forgot my name?! she gasped, with matching big incredulous eyes.
Her mom: Honey, she saw you last Book Fair. That was a year ago.
Little girl (to me): You don't know my name?! She wouldn't let me off the hook. I offered my little notebook where I request people to write the name they'd like written on the books I sign.
Me: Here, honey, write your name, I might misspell it.
Little Girl: You can't spell my name?!
Me: Well, I sometimes make mistakes.
Little girl (writing on my notebook): It's B-E-R-N-I-C-E!
Me: Oh, yes, Bernice! Of course!
Little girl: What's my mom's name?
Oh, dear.
These are some of the grace thrown my way at the Book Fair. I wouldn't trade them for any conversation in the world.
More Book Fair posts as soon as it is over this Sunday. Meanwhile, I have to run.
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