There are rows and rows of colorful books. And I am so overwhelmed by what we're trying to find. Whose bright idea was it come to a book store to find a birthday present for toddler?
Oh, right. Mine.
But Quincy seems like the kind of mom who would appreciate the idea of an educational present for her son. And then there's the ice water at the coffee shop here, which you can't get anywhere else. So I'll just push through my frustration.
A colorful book with a bright picture of a baby in a swing catches my eye. I pick it up and begin thumbing through it.
"Hey, babe, what do you think of this?" I show the front to Tiffany as she rounds the corner.
"What is it?"
"It's called Peanut's Wish." I flip through some of the pages. "It looks it's about a baby who can't wait to be born, or… I do
