That was a song I had going through my head this evening, as I strolled through Border’s with three of my kids waiting for the latest installment of Harry Potter.
I understand dressing up as your favorite character (although I don’t think I ever did that past age seven…can someone explain age fifty-something?). Borders had the worse crowds and system to purchase books, so bad where I went over to Wal-Mart and 15 minutes later, I had two copies of the book.
Going to bed, both girls can’t read the books yet, they already decided that chasing boys was more important than listening to mom and dad.