This week we had Prince and Princess Day at the library for some of our young patrons, complete with a tea party.  I’m not much of a princess myself.  I’m more of a “walking disaster” since I keep bumping into things at work.  Just as a smattering of bruises on my leg cleared up, I fell into the corner of a credenza.  I had to trade out a chair in my office because it had pointy arms that I kept running into, and two weeks ago, I burned myself on a pop-tart.  Seriously.  But, the staff was invited to dress up for Princess Day, and to show my solidarity with the children’s department, who do a really great job, I hauled out a long, pink skirt, some preppy heels and a shiny necklace my grandfather won in a Bingo game.  Hardly ermine and pearls, but it would do.  I topped the whole look off with a construction paper crown that one of my co-workers made for me with a die-cut machine.


The kids ranged in age from about 3-7 and were insanely cute.  The girls went all out dressing in lots of satin and taffeta, with plastic crowns and patent leather shoes, while the boys took a more liberal interpretation of their title.  I saw a knight and at least one Batman.  But the whole thing was too adorable to quibble over such technicalities.  I stuck my head into the meeting room where everyone was coloring and eating snacks to get a better look at the motley crowd, but after a few minutes, I ducked back out.  I have a lot of respect for people who work with very young children because it isn’t easy.



After college, I spent a few months substitute teaching, and I did fine with high school kids.  I’ve worked with that age group a lot over the years, and I enjoy working with teenagers.  They can be fun and interesting and creative, and I can joke around with them.  I spent one day subbing in kindergarten, and those sweet faced angels ran all over me.