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An adventure in bibliophilia and parenting

So I picked up a new, unfinished pine bookcase today for free. Looking forward to filling it later tonight.

It wasn't deep, but it was about 6' long, so it barely fit in my car. I had to have my son ride in the passenger seat. I hit my neck on the thing getting in.

Driving home, I sort of turned to Nathan, whose arm I could just see, and asked, "So, what's it like riding up front?"

"Not normal," he replied, a bit perturbed.

"Not normal?"

"Yeah."

"Well," I mused, "Just think of it like getting to be an adult or a really big kid. Anyway, we'll be home soon."

"Ok. Can you set up my seat after that?"

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