Where the Wild Things Are

The other night Zack and I went to the Williamsburg Outlets to get birthday clothes and then ventured to watch a movie afterwards. The movie was really lame and Zack said you know what would make me feel better? Starbucks. There was a Starbucks in the Barnes & Noble so we went and shared Zack’s favorite drink (cinnamon dolce latte’) in Barnes and Noble. A couple of weeks ago there was a birthday party for our friend Jacob who is 3 and so precious. I asked his mom what he wanted and she said that he loves to read. When I got his gift I got Curious George and since then I love going to the children’s section, mainly because I love to go back to the books I used to read as a child like: James and the Giant Peach, Frog and Toad. I was like a little girl in a candy store spouting “did you used to read this”? to my husband. Zack and I really want kids and we would say we’re definitely going to read this or do you think we’ll read this? Finally, I said I want to find the book Where the Wild Things Are. Zack asked the lady and we found the book.

Zack and I both — we’re pretty short. The book happened to be on the top shelf and Zack was going to get it down. In slow motion I saw Zack with the coffee in his hand trying to reach the book as it fell off the shelf and onto his coffee spilling everywhere. My immediate thought was the story his dad tells about Zack launching popcorn. When Zack was little he and his dad went to a movie and Zack somehow managed to accidentally launch his popcorn three rows back with his spring-loaded seat. Inside I was just thinking how sweet he looked.

In the end I went to scouting for paper towels. I was frantic thinking how many will I need? So I grabbed one wet paper towel and then shoved the other ones in my purse. Meanwhile the lady was very gracious and had taken care of everything. When I showed up with my one paper towel Zack said “I don’t think that’s was going to get everything up”. I said no no..I’ve got more in my purse. We immediately left and enjoyed what was left of our cinnamon dolce’ latte.