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<\/a>Puppet and plush from Gund, puzzles from New York Puzzle Co.<\/p><\/div>
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<\/a>A good crowd at Paint-a-Story on the first sunny Monday of March.<\/p><\/div>
\nOur morning events are crowded with preschoolers who were awakened early by chirping birds, and have long since finished the pajamas-and-cereal-on-the-couch stage of their day. Jackets and hats are left in the car (or maybe at home, and definitely at school) and we suddenly realize just how TALL each of our little friends has grown, as wrists and ankles and sometimes knees peek out from winter clothes that seem to have shrunk a bit. Toddler brothers and sisters who spent the winter being carried in and out of the shop bundled in quilted baby sacks zipped carefully around carriers are now standing up by the train table, one hand clutching the edge for balance and the other waving an engine in the air like a plane, just terribly pleased with themselves and the world.
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<\/a>Rebecca Kai Dottlich’s charming WHAT IF?….THEN WE engaged the crowd this week (note a familiar costume box on the side).<\/p><\/div>
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<\/a>One of these friends *might* have been inside that box.<\/p><\/div>
\nEveryone seems to have more energy, more patience, and more “spring” in their step. Our UPS driver is sporting his uniform shorts, even if there is still frost on the windshield of his truck when he starts his route on early mornings in March. After school, kids are beginning to ride their bikes over from the next neighborhood, feeling giddy in their newfound freedom and the later daylight, and we’re seeing the telltale clumps of dried mud on the floor kicked off from post-practice soccer and softball cleats. Parents are a little more tolerant of messes, including paint on noses and ears, and puddle-splashed pants from the parking lot \u00a0as they sigh that “just being OUTSIDE is a blessing.”
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<\/a>Pulling prints from foil to illustrate our versions of Jory John’s THE GOOD EGG….<\/p><\/div> Spring is the best season of all in a children’s bookstore.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":12,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-29080","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/blogs.publishersweekly.com\/blogs\/shelftalker\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29080","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/blogs.publishersweekly.com\/blogs\/shelftalker\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/blogs.publishersweekly.com\/blogs\/shelftalker\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blogs.publishersweekly.com\/blogs\/shelftalker\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/12"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blogs.publishersweekly.com\/blogs\/shelftalker\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=29080"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/blogs.publishersweekly.com\/blogs\/shelftalker\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29080\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/blogs.publishersweekly.com\/blogs\/shelftalker\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=29080"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blogs.publishersweekly.com\/blogs\/shelftalker\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=29080"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blogs.publishersweekly.com\/blogs\/shelftalker\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=29080"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nFor as much as we love the Thanksgiving-through-Valentine’s-Day season of salted sidewalks and hot chocolate, and long snowy winters with plenty of time to read under blanket forts and in front of the fireplace, it is SPRING that serves as the talisman of children’s bookstores. Spring, with its promise of sunshine sneezes and butterfly houses, teasing hints of a long carefree summer ahead, and green new beginnings in every corner, is all about children. It’s the season of new stories poking their way out into the sunlight, new friends to be made in both the sunshine and the puddles, and everything in the world starting again, just like every childhood morning. Spring is when grown-ups remember to delight in just being, and when kids look at their parents and surely think, “See, I told you so. We will be just fine.”
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\nPS: My title comes from the rhyme:
\n“Spring has sprung, the grass is riz,
\nI wonder where the boidies is
\nThe boid is on the wing,
\nBut that\u2019s absoid
\nFrom what I hoid
\nThe wing is on the boid!”
\nSometimes called the Brooklyn National Anthem (perhaps because of the accent it requires?), it has been around since at least the 1940’s, and was a favorite annual \u00a0breakfast joke for my Dad on March 21st. . If you know the actual story of the poem, I’d love to hear it.
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