Out on the lake, on inflatable rafts
Jul. 8th, 2003 09:34 pmA nice 4th of July with much discussion of OOTP amongst the children and grownups.
Out on the lake, on inflatable rafts:
Sister-in-law #1: It made sense that Sirius died, but damn damn damn.
11-year-old: I didn't mind.
Me: That's because you're 11 and a boy.
7-year-old (the one with spectacular red hair, fantastic freckles, and green green eyes): I was worried it would be Ron.
His mother (sister-in-law #2): Me too.
7-year-old: I wanted Dumbledore to die.
Everyone: You did? Why??
7-year-old: Because he's old. The oldest ones should die first.
*pause while everyone ponders this; looks at my older brother; older brother tips over raft with 7-year-old)*
*mayhem*
*order is restored*
Me: So who is going to die next?
Two 7-year-olds: It should be Fudge.
Two 11-year-olds: And Umbridge. And Bellatrix.
Me: Well of course, but do you think only the bad guys are going to die?
7-year-old (ghoulishly): Maybe everyone will die!
11-year-old: It's a war, so yah, lots of people will die. I think Harry is going to die.
My other brother: Not before book seven, though?
11-year-old: Of course not. That would be dumb.
Me: All of Harry's substitute fathers are going to die.
Other 11-year-old: Yah! Dumbledore!
7-year-old: Mr. Weasley!
11-year-old: Lupin!
7-year-old: But not Snape!
7-year-old: Snape will not die. Snape will be the last one alive, except for Harry Potter.
The Monster 4-year-old (who has not read HP): I will kill them! Or Spiderman will kill them!
Me: Or Snape will kill them. Snape will kill everyone.
Brother: Is that a huge thunderhead over there?
Me: But I really wish she had waited to kill Sirius til vol 6.
11-year-old: Because every time Harry tried to talk to him he was sulking or something. That was too bad.
Sister-in-law: Damn damn damn. I miss Sirius.
7-year-old: She should have killed Hermione instead.
Everyone: Yah.
The Monster 4-year-old: Robin Hood will kill them!
Brother: That's either a thunderhead or a tornado over there.
The Monster 4-year-old: Or I will kill them!
Got back home to hot, cranky cats, no dinner, and the milk for the coffee had gone sour in the heat.
And the begonias were alive, but taken by the enemy.
Out on the lake, on inflatable rafts:
Sister-in-law #1: It made sense that Sirius died, but damn damn damn.
11-year-old: I didn't mind.
Me: That's because you're 11 and a boy.
7-year-old (the one with spectacular red hair, fantastic freckles, and green green eyes): I was worried it would be Ron.
His mother (sister-in-law #2): Me too.
7-year-old: I wanted Dumbledore to die.
Everyone: You did? Why??
7-year-old: Because he's old. The oldest ones should die first.
*pause while everyone ponders this; looks at my older brother; older brother tips over raft with 7-year-old)*
*mayhem*
*order is restored*
Me: So who is going to die next?
Two 7-year-olds: It should be Fudge.
Two 11-year-olds: And Umbridge. And Bellatrix.
Me: Well of course, but do you think only the bad guys are going to die?
7-year-old (ghoulishly): Maybe everyone will die!
11-year-old: It's a war, so yah, lots of people will die. I think Harry is going to die.
My other brother: Not before book seven, though?
11-year-old: Of course not. That would be dumb.
Me: All of Harry's substitute fathers are going to die.
Other 11-year-old: Yah! Dumbledore!
7-year-old: Mr. Weasley!
11-year-old: Lupin!
7-year-old: But not Snape!
7-year-old: Snape will not die. Snape will be the last one alive, except for Harry Potter.
The Monster 4-year-old (who has not read HP): I will kill them! Or Spiderman will kill them!
Me: Or Snape will kill them. Snape will kill everyone.
Brother: Is that a huge thunderhead over there?
Me: But I really wish she had waited to kill Sirius til vol 6.
11-year-old: Because every time Harry tried to talk to him he was sulking or something. That was too bad.
Sister-in-law: Damn damn damn. I miss Sirius.
7-year-old: She should have killed Hermione instead.
Everyone: Yah.
The Monster 4-year-old: Robin Hood will kill them!
Brother: That's either a thunderhead or a tornado over there.
The Monster 4-year-old: Or I will kill them!
Got back home to hot, cranky cats, no dinner, and the milk for the coffee had gone sour in the heat.
And the begonias were alive, but taken by the enemy.