Here's Frank, ready to do his book report on Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. He made his own golden snitch out of a bouncy ball, paper wings, and gold spray paint. I believe the scar is lipstick.
And the Harry Potter Sleepover Party for Ernest's 6th birthday.
A sleepover party for 6 year olds? What the hell was I thinking? ***
I had an ordeal getting this cake. Albertson's had a big sign up on their bakery counter advertising Harry Potter cakes. So I walked up to order the cake. "What do you want on it?" the baker asked. "Harry Potter!" I said, pointing to the sign. "Oh, we can't do that. We're all out." Then why the hell was the sign still up? So I stormed out and went to a local bakery, where they said, "Harry Potter, sure thing!" and voila, I got this beauty. Tasted better than Albertson's too. (I haven't bought a cake at Albertson's since....I can hold a grudge a long, long time!)
Well, now I'm going to kick back with my morning coffee and re-read the end of Deathly Hallows. Accio coffee cup.
2 comments:
Oh, I envy those moms like you who get to raise their kids through Harry!
Taking my 13 year old to see Harry Potter this weekend. Can't wait. It was a joy to watch him devour those books.
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