"Dad, we went to a bookstore where there was a chicken. It pecked me...like hard. But then I found this cat and brought it to the chicken and the chicken just turned the other way."
"Axel, where was this bookstore?"
Maybe I should have talked to Jahred about the Wild Rumpus before he went in to tuck Axel into bed. It does sound a bit bizarre coming from a 5-year-old. But truthfully, this book store is OFF THE CHAIN. (If I'm cool enough to use that phrase...let alone use it correctly.)
It is the bookstore of my dreams. It is abstract, has pets (yes a chicken and a cat), the workers walk around barefoot, there is a canoe on the ceiling (ok...I'm a bit partial to those), there was a tiny adirondack that Oliver couldn't get enough of.
How do you enter such a dream world you may ask? Well, through a door that is just your size...pick one.
You can find the Wild Rumpus on West 43rd in South Minneapolis, the coffee and tea place next door offers free smelling and you won't want to miss the $2 street car rides along lake Harriet just a few blocks away. Bring a stroller (or a scooter) and stay awhile.
Seriously, $2 for a 20-minute street car ride. Axel was in heaven.
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