As I was saying, this is Zorah's second favorite exhibit. If you know her, you can guess that it is their Performing Arts Center. This consists of a little stage with a curtain you can open and close, a sort of dance floor directly in front of the stage, and (you guessed it) costumes. This year there must have been a lot of princesses during donators' Halloweens, because the costume rack had at least seven frilly numbers. There were also dinosaurs, bees, superheroes, etc, but you know that these are not in Zorah's visible costume spectrum. Her eyes are incapable of processing those items. The result? An adorable princess doing graceful twirls.
After we were done in the museum (when it closed), we went into the library which shares the same building and borrowed a few books. Zorah read the following that day when we got home.
The Adventures of Hamtaro: A Home for Hamtaro & Other Stories and The Adventures of Hamtaro: Hamtaro Gets Lost & Other Stories by Ritsuko Kawai
Mom: Do you have anything to say about Hamtaro?
Z: No. Except he's very cute.
Mom: What makes you think he's cute?
Z: I just like him. He's a hamster.
Long-Long's New Year by Catherine Gower & He Zhihong
I wanted to experience China [after reading the book]. It was lovely. It was his gramfather [sic]. Say it like that. They will think I'm a baby. I don't care. He sold cabbages, but nothing. But nothing. But nothing!
Lady Lollipop by Dick King-Smith
A little princess and a pig. Lady Lollipop is the pig.
Get Well, Pikachu! and Pikachu in Love adapted by Tracey West
A Package for Miss Marshwater by Elfie Donnelly
This one was Zorah's favorite book, I think. She was actually laughing and giggling as she read it. One part that struck her as particularly funny was when Miss Marshwater, who receives two talking platypi says "Merciful God in heaven."
The Secret of the Painted House by Marion Dane Bauer
This one made Zorah sad because a girl in the story, Pin, was mean. She wouldn't read it again.
I have decided to stop listing all the books Zorah has read. It's too much work.

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