I've established that we're big fans of Harry Potter in this family. Yeah, we're THOSE freaks.
I was so excited to share the Harry Potter books with my daughters when they were old enough. My husband and I read the first few books to them at bedtime when they were toddlers. Now they're old enough to read them for themselves and OH BOY do they! At camp, my girls had nicknames: Fred and George. The younger of my twins (known as George at camp) has read each book at least 4 times. She's frighteningly good at quizzes. I got into Pottermore and she knew the answer to nearly every single quiz question without having to stop and think. As if this isn't proof enough, we have a dog named Mischief-Managed.
One benefit of Potter-obsesssed older kids is that it trickles down to the younger ones. This leads to much hilarity.
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- The same child sat quietly in the background while her sisters and I laughed until we cried at those unfortunate souls sorted into Hufflepuff. Later, I caught her announcing, "Once I saw a bird. I a Hufflepuff." Let me tell you, there's little else a 2-year-old can say that's quite as funny as "Hufflepuff."*
- All the kids got long stalks of rhubarb from the neighbor's garden. Soon after, I had to announce, "Stop using your rhubarb as wands."
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*9/13 update: Both of my twins have since been sorted into Hufflepuff on Pottermore. Joke's on them. My oldest, however, is thrilled because she heard that Jo Rowling was sorted into Hufflepuff.
I read this story really its very funny.thanks for giving nice story.
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