Having so much fun being Tzipi Caton...
I just walked into a local bookstore to buy a book for a student of mine and I noticed a beautiful display of Miracle Ride on the shelf.
JB was with me and he pointed at the bright butterfly which I took to mean he recognized Mommy's book. But then again, he also yelled "Pamper!" when he pointed at a stack of yarmulkas...
I couldn't find the book I was looking for and so I asked the lady behind the counter if she had it in stock. Turned out she didn't. She didn't have the other, backup book I wanted either.
Dreading the thought of leaving the cool bookstore to face the heat outside, I stalled for time.
"That book," I said pointing over at mine, "is it a good seller?"
She looked over the counter to where I was pointing and she starting raving about how she had just finished it and that it was a great book and that it so far was a good seller even though it was pretty new.
I asked her if she got any regards on the book and she shrugged and said that it was selling well but that it was still new. She asked if I read it.
I grinned and told her I wrote it.
Without even asking for ID as confirmation, she grabbed six books and asked me to sign them for her kids.
Mwahahah. Even the heat was okay after that ego boost.
Okay, time to deflate my head...