My favorite customer so far this week: a three-ish-year-old girl who, whenever she thought of a type of book she'd like to see, would tell her dad, "I'm gonna ask the woman."
She "asked the woman" for Curious George books.
She "asked the woman" for Spanish books, out of what I'm pretty sure was Dora-inspired curiosity.
She reshelved Leslie Patricelli's Potty in exactly the right spot when she was done with it, further endearing herself to "the woman."
When it was time to go, she paused in the aisle, unsure how to phrase her farewell. Finally, she came up with, "Thank you for the.... woman."
You're welcome, kid.