Deathly Hallows

Yesterday, the day that the fervently-awaited Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows came out, Michael started reading, not Harry P., but The Fellowship of the Ring. It's lovely to hear him talking about Bilbo's eleventy-first birthday and the fireworks that look like Smaug rushing out of the mountain. Parenting doesn't get much better, especially since he's reading the same copy that I had with me at Girl Scout camp outside of Houston the summer before eighth grade.