Except for the occasional distractions by, say, a sudden outburst of emotion or hmm perhaps opinions too, and enthusiatic little bookwarms running to and fro the shelves, mugging in the children's section can prove more productive than the designated (and always packed) study lounge.

Like, this girl would skip her way around innocently when a timeless german gas bomb just sound off. And then we would erupt into an extremely crude laughter. Obviously she wouldn't have minded.. like she would? See that's the great thing about being with kids; things like this happen then it's forgotten, and then it happens again. Lots of fun and joy!.. even if it means to work with stumpy tables and chairs for a severly oversized guy like me.