The sound of child's laughter echoed in the library, bouncing off the old wood floor and vibrating the metal shelves. Behind the laughter came the clapping of small shoes on the wood that became a thump on the carpet. A bob of blond hair bounced around the circulation desk counter and a copy of The Cat in the Hat hit the desk with a slap. A small hand produced a library card, disembodied and giggling.
"Thank you, Miss Emily," I said, listening for more of the child's giggling.
"Welcome," said the little girl too short to see over the desk.
Her mother came around the corner looking tired and confused, a knit of flesh bunched between her eyes and a frown on her face, "Emily?"
"Right here," I said, scanning the book. The machine made a beep and I pushed the book back into the waiting hand, which grouped the wood of the desk worn smooth by the thousands of books that slid before it.
"What do we say, Emmy?" the mother said and a small note of thanks came from below.
More books and DVDs were pulled from a milk crate on wheels, piled and scanned and put back in the crate. The process was routine and simple.
"Green Eggs and Cat Hat," came a voice from below. Pages turned. "Here's a hat cat, Sammy Ham," Emily said.
I laughed and the mother looked at me and smiled, "She can't read it yet, so she just makes up her own."
"The fishy is in a bowl cause he's evil," Emily said.
"Why is he evil?" the mother said.
"He fought Doctor Who and now is gonna fight the Cat Hat and the Pajama Gang," Emily said from below.
I laughed as the mother cursed the father and slid the Doctor Who DVDs across the desk.
"We won't be needing that for a while," she said.