Isaac comes into the room, pretending to fly on the kitchen broom. I say to him, "Are you Harry Potter?", he says, with the appropriate scorn, "No, mama, I'm Draco Malfoy!". God, I love that kid.
Isaac comes into the room, pretending to fly on the kitchen broom. I say to him, "Are you Harry Potter?", he says, with the appropriate scorn, "No, mama, I'm Draco Malfoy!". God, I love that kid.
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