So I'm sitting near my comp, trying to work when this little elf of a boy, all of two-feet, comes shuffling up to me like he's doing the penguin-walk. He's got a twinkle in his eyes and a mischievous grin playing about his lips...and that's when I notice the pencil.
The long, fat thingamajigs that you can't write with but which little boys with violent imaginations can put to 'good use', as in "Knights and Dragons", "Aliens vs. Monsters", "Sword Fighting" and my personal 'favourite', "Let's Fight Near Baba's 48" Plasma TV and Give Mamma a Heart-Attack". In this particular case, the said pencil had found pride of place between the little guy's legs.
And so my baby boy waddles up to me, stops and says, "Mamma, I Harry Potttaah!"
And then he flies off on his broom and disappears in a cloud of giggles.
Magic, I say!
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