Tuesday, February 22, 2011
I come around the corner to find Emma with her "cloak" (aka a blanket tied around her neck- this is a change from the "cape" she once wore) and waving un-sharpened pencils.
The good news is none of our pencils seem to have any magic in them. At least while they are pointed at little sisters.
I think Emma is secretly hoping that when she turns 11, she will get an invitation to Hogwarts via owl. I'm just not sure how I would feel about her going away to school in England. I suppose I might be more open to the idea if there were a school state-side, and close.
Or perhaps I will just keep my fingers crossed that she is non-magical, and I will be able to keep her around.
Although, I wouldn't mind if someone learned spells for cleaning the house.