SETTING: My "liberry." Fellow "liberry" ass., Ms. M, approaches the desk leading a five-year-old boy and his grandmother. Ms. M passes me our copy of Walter the Farting Dog.
MS. M— This young man would like to know if this would be a good book for him to read.
(I look down at the little boy, who beams back up.)
ME— You have somebody who can read this to you?
BOY— Uh huh.
(I look back to the grandmother to make sure she's seen the title and is still willing to read it. She smiles and nods)
ME— Then it's perfect.
(Go with God, my child.)