If you are a bookworm by nature, your children will likely take after your habit. When you bring your little boy now inside a bookstore, try to observe his actions even at a very young age. Even if he does not know how to read yet, the pictures on the covers of the books will surely attract him and hold him spellbound to a shelf of books for several minutes.

When you bring him to the children's section in the bookstore the more that he will tarry by every book on display, even just looking at the book's cover. You may even irritate him if you take him out in a hurry from the area where he is presently, so focused on looking at the pictures. All you can do is wait for the kid and sigh, you have another bookworm in the making in your household and that means another bookcase is needed for the books of your youngest recruit into your Toy Storage Bookshelf club.

You can expect your kid to ask to be taken to the bookstore every time you are within its vicinity in your favorite mall that you and your wife frequent during weekends. Even if you have taken the kid, only once inside that bookstore, he seems to have an antenna of sorts in his system telling him that he is already in the location, which is his favorite: the bookstore.

The moment you buy the first children's book for him do not be surprised if the tot will again ask you to visit the bookstore to look for more books that he wants. For all you know, the young bookworm may have already registered automatically in his young mind the books he wants to have over the next few weeks and months.

A good part of your money will now surely go to the buying of books; maybe even more than what you used to spend for your own books, as the original bookworm in your household. Your wife can always tease you for raising such a bookworm of a son. She does not bother you for books at all, she says, because she is not a female bookworm; she thinks she is only a magazine browser at most.

You chide her though that she also needs a bookcase all for herself judging from the volume of magazines she buys and subscribes to regularly. She will of course argue with you and defend her love for magazines, and so forth and so on. You now also tease her that if she is not a bookworm, what is she then, a magazine addict? 

You both laugh at the new club you accuse her of forming in your house – the “magazine addicts”. “Whatever,” she says, “you buy for me that bookcase I need, or I will worm my way into your world of kids bookcase”.  

You of course hurriedly agree to buy the bookcase she wants; you would not want a magazine addict to disturb the kids bookshelf concentrating on their reading of several books.