So, we went to the fiction section so that I could find a book. Merritt took off around the corner and across the room, climbed onto the step stool, reached really high, found himself The Book (it was as if he knew exactly where to get his book and no others would do), and would not let go of it until we got home. I had to have the librarian check the book out while he was still holding it.
He was so proud, holding that book.
