I had a great time spending an hour at the CWILL table at Word on the Street yesterday. I shared the post with writer Marion Crook, and we discovered we knew each other from my long-ago Whitecap Books days.

My husband had an even more interesting time shepherding our kids around the festival, frantically trying to distract our four-year-old as someone in the poetry tent yelled about c**k, sucking c**k, and his uncle’s c**k. Apparently there were a few wrinkles in the freedom-of-expression meets family-friendly festival planning.

“Daddy, what’s c**k?”

But, they had a great time dancing and book buying, and overall, the whole thing was a perfect use of a sunny Sunday afternoon.