This morning I had my first toddler time of the new session (it runs till early April, and it's completely booked). Sylvia, one of my regulars, is a girl with dandelion hair and wide dark eyes. She participates in all of the rhymes and songs, but traditionally has hung back while bolder young people have charged forth to grab bean bags or jostled for the prime spots to see the picturebooks. This morning, as I held up a picture book, a boy named Charles stood in front of her . "Sit down!" Sylvia said loudly. "You sit down!" (I asked Charles to sit "Criss cross applesauce." He did.) I thought, "Hurrah for you, Sylvia! You tell 'em!" I would love to hear what she says to drivers who don't stop for pedestrians at the cross-walks.