The happy life of teacher librarians

He'd been in yesterday.  A quiet boy, a library regular.  Bad acne, sweet smile.  "So," I said, in my standard post-holiday conversation gambit with kids, "best bit of your holiday?"
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Making launchable Lego cars, he said.  With suspension.  I was impressed.  We established that he could show me pictures, but he'd need to bring them on his phone, and our school's rule about mobile (cell) phones is out of sight and switched off.  "No worries," I said.  "I wouldn't confiscate a photo storage device with photos of your Lego cars on it."  He twigged.  So he came in today and said, with that sweet smile, that he'd brought his photo storage device.  Showed me lots and lots of photos, launchers with springs and Lego cars with huge tyres, and I made admiring noises and tried to ask intelligent questions, and he left happy.

Then two of the Twilightery came by, to talk of cabbages and kings.  One got on to the work of Sherrilyn Kenyon, which we have established is the other side of the 'bonking line' in vampire/paranormal romance, and thus not within the scope of this library's collection.  The other commented that she preferred the greater subtlety in Breaking Dawn to anything too icky-obvious.  PE/Health classes cover the obvious, after all.  And so the discussion went on.

In what other job could you cover launchable Lego and the bonking line in paranormal fiction, all in one recess?  Woohoo!
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