The downstairs level of the store, with its beautiful rows of literature, Eames display furniture, limited edition prints, and hanging modern art pieces, was spilling over with eager children of all ages, running and yelling and clutching their hard-cover books waiting to meet Mo. Never have I seen such a collision of culture, art, mayhem, and diapers. Biet ran the aisles, tried to eat the receipt from the newest addition to her home library, Don't Let the Pigeon Stay Up Late, and made a few friends. Mo was super sweet. He drew a little Pigeon inside the front page of her book and posed with us for a picture. I'm not sure that Biet really grasped the concept of it all, but she certainly had fun (the kids' section, which she loved, is uhhhmazing- I know where I'm shopping for new toys when Biet's second birthday rolls around!). After we left and stepped back out into the chilly morning, we decided to do the only thing that seemed appropriate after such a momentous occasion: go to the park to let Biet chase the pigeons.