We woke up yesterday morning in an Embassy Suites hotel. This meant a big breakfast downstairs. Zeke ate enough to pay for the whole hotel experience.
Then we went swimming again. Then we packed. Then we got in the Suburban to drive to the Minneapolis Public Library, a library supposedly unlike any other. As we walked to the Suburban, Zeke said he was hungry. So, he ate some snacks on the trip to the library.
We parked in a parking structure a block away from the library. As we approached, everyone noticed that there was a Dunn Brothers in the library (coffee shop) - including Zeke.
Zeke immediately said that he'd like a muffin. I ignored his request, and we marched into the library in search of one of the infamous, rolling-stacks rooms.
"I want a muffin, dad," said Zeke as we pushed buttons to make room-length stacks roll sideways.
"I want a muffin, dad," said Zeke as Eli stood between stacks while the rest of us frantically pushed buttons to get the stacks to squish him.
"I want a muffin, dad," said Zeke as we left the stacks in search of the old childrens' book stack room.
"I want a muffin, dad," said Zeke as I played dumb and tried to get a hesitant librarian to take us into the old-childrens'-book stack-room by feigning a desire to know if they had any George MacDonald classics.
"I want a muffin, dad," said Zeke as the librarian decided how to spell MacDonald.
"I want a muffin, dad," said Zeke as I realized that Zeke must be hungry.
"I want a muffin, dad," said Zeke as we left the library and headed for Dunn Brothers.
"I want a muffin, dad," said Zeke as I ordered a blueberry muffin for him and, falling off the wagon (see MANY earlier posts to read about the long journey to become relatively caffeine-free), a double shot espresso for dad.
"Thanks for the muffin," said Zeke as we left the library and raced to get home in time for fiddle lessons.