He was relieved that he had thought of a way to guide his son on their exploration, because he realized now that in the same situation, he would surely be hopelessly overwhelmed. It was good to give the child, at the very least, a starting point, but beyond that the young father wanted to avoid controlling what they did today. He wished to behave as little as possible like his father, whose own agenda had pretty much always been what was "important." Kansas prefered not to think of how this would have gone if he was the boy and Phoenix was the dad. He knew, though, that his personal curiosities would have gone unattended, and he didn't want to be like that with his little boy.
Kansas flashed a lopsided grin. "Great. Hmm, okay, this way? Keep an eye out for colors and stuffed animals." He followed the pup down an aisle of books, which was headed toward the back of the large library. He suspected the children's area would probably be around windows—near one of the walls, essentially. Kansas watched Gotham, skipping a few times as he walked. This was fun. He felt like a kid again himself, exploring a place he'd never been before. He ran his hand along the spines of the books he passed, wondering what kinds of things his son would be interested in reading. "I... can't believe there are so many books, can you?"
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