There is a store in Austin called Half Price Books. As the name implies, it's a discount bookstore. They buy books from you; they sell used books, movies, and music, and they also sell new books, stationery and other fun bookstore-type stuff.
I love it, of course. In my infinite nerddom, I am still a bookstore devotee. Dude, I don't even have a Kindle. And I don't care.
Half Price Books has an awesome kid's section, and I hadn't taken Jack there since he was a baby. So, I hadn't taken him there since he's become 2 going on 22 and learned to select and demand things in stores of all kinds.
After his check up with his awesome ENT last week, we stopped there as a treat. (Hot of the presses medical update: From the second set of tubes, one's still in and one's out, as we head full-steam into cold and flu season. Commence praying for ear health.)
He loved it.
Though he spent some time with the Thomas books, we didn't get any. He's not sure he wants to dive into that right now, and I'm kind of glad. I think Thomas is weird. If we are going into the Train Zone, I think I vote for Chuggington. Also, the fact that I have actually pondered this and have an opinion, while I have not read the Wall Street Journal in several years, feels unsettling to me. But, I digress.
We settled on a few new ones by Dr. Seuss:
And a compilation of "three minute stories" from Sesame Street. They take more than three minutes. But they're cute.