James, 3rd Grade Boy Genius

So yesterday I was shelving in children's. There were two younger boys who decided it would be a good idea to start running around and playing tag, so I asked them to stop running. One of the boy's mothers promptly appeared and chastised her son for running ("Were you running? We don't run in the library!"), and made him stay with her for the rest of their visit. The other boy had no parent in sight.

I continued shelving, and every once in a while I'd hear rapid footsteps. At one point I peeked around a shelf, just in time to see him halt to a walk, and he said "I'm not running..." in that sing-songy mocking voice that just drives you crazy.

Then, I was at the dvds, and he came over to me. This is the conversation that ensued:

Boy: "So, what? Are you just doing some work?"

Me: "Yes, that's what I'm doing."

Boy: *Pauses* "Do you know who I am?" (in that tone of voice and hand gestures that insinuate that I should indeed know who he is because is all-mighty and important)

Me: "No, who are you?"

Boy: "I'm James, 3rd grade boy genius."

Me: *trying not to laugh* "3rd grade, huh? That's a good grade."

Boy: *nods and walks off*

I just about died. When this kid grows up... he's going to be terrible.

Mama! Mama! Mama! Mama! (or, Stickers fix Everything)

If you read the title of this post... you will see what I sat and listened to for about half an hour while shelving over in children's today. This little girl, who was probably 4 or 5, kept yelling "Mama! Mama! Mama" over and over and over. And over. In a shrill, little girl voice, with that upward inflection at the end. She was sitting at one of the KiddiMacs, and her little brother, who was probably about two, was sitting at a different one, pounding his fists away on the keyboard.

"Mama" was wandering around the children's section on her phone.

I was about three steps away from grabbing my supervisor to have her talk to them, when "Mama" finally went over to them to stop them from misbehaving. After dragging them away from the computers ("Mama-ing" and fussing the whole time) and trying to get them to sit down and read, they continued to be loud. It was just headache-inducing.

Apparently the answer for fixing misbehavior is bribery. With stickers. After a couple of minutes, my only male co-worker, and older gentleman, came over to the children's section. I gave him a grateful look, knowing that he was going to say something to them. He sat down at the little table with them, and gave them each a sticker. I'm not sure what he said, but it was probably you can have a sticker if you're quiet. Which, they were. Mostly. With

a lot of shushing from "Mama."

And while there was another screaming children family, there were a couple of kids and parents today that asked for my help, politely, so that was nice :)

And here's a random book I found while shelving a bit ago....

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The Adventures of Monkey Boy

Most of the time, one of the biggest reasons I enjoy my job is due to my interaction with the children that come to the library. For example, one of my favorite things is when I'm working in the bomb room, and a little kid will pull back the flaps covering the book drop and peek through to see where it is exactly that the books go. If I'm working back there and I see them, I'll usually smile and say hello. Sometimes they'll say hi back, or ask where the books go, but most of the time, the flaps drop back really quickly when they realize they've been caught peeking into what I assume they think of as a hidden, top-secret place.

The other day I got to show a little girl and her younger brother how to use their library cards to check out their books, they were so adorable and so excited, and another little boy got excited when I brought him a Batman book. Little kids' excitement over books is awesome to me and I love to see kids who are genuinely interested in reading. Like I said, it's these kids I enjoy and make me enjoy my job.

So that brings me to The Adventures of Monkey Boy. MB was probably about 3 years old. He came in one afternoon with a guy who's a regular at the library (the type of regular who comes in just about every day to use our computers). I have a feeling he had gotten roped into babysitting for this afternoon and wasn't really into it. So he comes in, and lets MB loose in the children's section while he sits at a computer somewhat nearby, but still pretty much out of sight of the majority of the children's section.

I was shelving books, and he was just kind of moseying around, being a kid, looking at books, etc. He was pretty cute and tame, so I didn't really have a problem keeping an eye on him. So I continued on shelving. A while later, I noticed he had sort of latched himself onto a family that was visiting. The mother had brought in her son and daughter, and was trying to sit the two of them down with her at a table for some reading time. Instead, MB was engaging the son, getting him to run around with him and climb on the furniture. I looked over and noticed the mom getting a tad exasperated, but she was still doing her best to keep her children to themselves.

Then MB decided that books = footballs. To prove this was so, he started picking books off the shelves and drop-kicking them. I glanced over at his "babysitter," who was sitting oblivious at his computer, then hurried over to MB and told him that we didn't treat books the way he was treating them. By this time, the mom was looking particularly annoyed, so I went to B (one of my supervisors) and told him what was going on. He came over and just watched for a bit to witness MB misbehavior himself, and when he started climbing on a chair, to the point that he was on the back of it, he went and got Mr. Oblivious, who took him back over to the computer where he was.

Mom was grateful, and the children's section was peaceful again.

Until a few minutes later when I looked over at the self-check in the children's section. MB had grabbed the bottle of hand sanitizer, and proceeded to use about half of it in 2 minutes. His hands were the cleanest little kid hands in the library, I'm sure, and about half of the counter and card reader was probably extra-sanitized, too, from the amount of hand sanitizer he had managed to get everywhere. I went to B again and told him what had happened (a/n: the reason I go to B instead of directly taking care of the kid myself is that that was what I had been told to do in the case of misbehaving children... let someone higher up than me take care of it). He came over to the station and cleaned up and spoke to MO again, who brought MB back to his computer, again.

I went back to shelving. And of course, MB reappeared, and started running through the children's section, and then decided that the the baskets for books (like the handheld one in the grocery store) are for sitting, standing, and jumping in. By this time, I think B and I were just like whatever, and he eventually tired himself out and passed out under the computer of MO an hour or so later.

But like I said. Kids are one of the reasons I love my job.