The one with Harry Potter

Soooo I may have a problem. Harry Potter is my favorite. Seriously. My favorite thing in the world almost. I have read the series multiple times. I used to read it when I nannied--it was how I relaxed during naps and regrouped and how I made it through some days. Harry was always there for my sanity, although some may argue the opposite and question my sanity. Whatever. At least it's not blatantly killing kids for sport. The hunger games is where you really should question your sanity. I sure did after seeing those movies. Freaking depressing. 

Anyway. 

I started the series again. Out loud. To my babe. He will thank me one day. 

Jose made fun of us, but anytime I stopped reading to adjust Luca, or respond to a text he got all impatient, "read, dear!" 

I think we know how he really feels about it now. He had also been choosing to watch the movies lately--which isn't normal--maybe because I watch them all the time too--like. Really. All the time. It's awesome. And that is that. Anybody that wants to argue that has no valid points. Sorry. But it's true. 

Luca sits so well when I read to him. It's precious. He just lays and listens and looks around and then eventually falls asleep. 

Harry Potter rules my world. 

Don't judge.