Our local bookstore had a little party last night to celebrate the release in paperback of HBP. Of course I had to go (what, me miss a Potter event? Nevah!), and Oldest Child asked if he could come along.
Since the party was at six o'clock, and since I'd long promised that I'd take him to the next Potter-related bookstore gathering (assuming that it would be the book seven release party - granted, I'll still end up taking him to that as well), he and I made a Date Night of it.
I'd like to say it was a magnificent party with all sorts of fun activities, but if I did, I'd be fibbing. From random observations I made, it looks like the person in charge of the children's section is brand new at the job and just kind of cobbled together an event at the last minute. Not that it was bad
, per se - there just wasn't much to it. Oldest was rather disappointed, though the excitement of purchasing his Very Own Copy of HBP mitigated his emotional distress. *g*
Anyhow, now both he and I have fresh new paperback copies of HBP. He's in the bathroom down the hall, and I can hear him reading the "good parts" to himself. ("Good Parts," to him, generally involve Quidditch games, Peeves, scatalogical humor, and/or Snape's dialogue.) Here's a sample for you, and I'll attempt to transcribe it with the inflections he's using:
"You think he is MISTAKEN? Or that I have somehow HOODWINKED him? Fooled the DARK LORD, the GREATEST WIZZZZZ-ARD, the MOST! ACCOMPLISHED! LEDGE-ILLY-MENS! the WOOOOOOOOOOORLD has evah SEEN??!?"
Never let it be said he lacks dramatic flair.
If I can get the camera to cooperate with me, I'll post the photo I took. Cuteness abounds, yo.