"Mommy, WHAT?? Can't you see I'm reading?"
Seriously, Jared (and his mom and brother- you guys know it's true) thinks that an outing to a bookstore is entertainment. I don't know how many hours I've spent standing around pretending I'm really interested in looking at books, so as not to give myself away to the hordes of book-lovers in the store. I don't even want to think about what would happen to a non-reader, such as myself, who dared tread on the sacred ground at Barnes & Noble. I just don't get it...why do we have to go to the bookstore every time we go to the mall? One week isn't enough to time to write a new book- the books will be the same!
Recently, I have discovered that I can disguise myself much more easily at the magazine rack. That's where you can find the people who want to look smart by being at the bookstore, but don't actually care about perusing the shelves for hours. I can entertain myself for a good 15-20 minutes with a People magazine. I sometimes resort to going to Starbucks (even though I hate coffee) to kill a little more time. One extended trip to the bathroom, a couple of times up and down in the elevator, and there you have it, another fun day at the book store.
I should probably let Jared take Eleanor to the book store. He sets a much better example.