|Holy Wizards on Broomsticks, Batman!!!|
Me (Upon seeing this): OMG. THEY PLAY QUIDDITCH HERE?!
Alyssa: They're poles mommy. Not broomsticks. Slow your nerdy roll.
Me: Damn, son... Why you gotta play me like that.
Alyssa: No, mommy... Just no.
It's great fun having a pre-teen. Did I ever mention this?
Anyway, we pass by this field everyday. And everyday I get excited to see my makebelieve quidditch game. And then it hit me...
Me: I'VE GOT IT!!!!
Alyssa: Oh boy... Here we go...
Me: They DO play quidditch there!! But they've BEWITCHED the broomsticks to look like poles so that muggles can't see what they're doing!!!!!
Me: I AM NOT A MUGGLE!!!!
Alyssa: Really, mommy? How long did it take to come up with that one. Calm down and roll the windows up... No one is going to invite you to play quidditch if you're out there screaming about witches. If you QUIETLY let them know that you know, maybe they'll invite you to play.
So, now, everyday when we pass by, I give a tip of my hat and a knowing nod/wink to the invisible wizards playing my very favorite of games.
|One day, motherfuckers... You'll see... One. Day.|
But until then, I'm totally chill... Well, kind of... Well, Chill for ME anyways...
Ok... I fail miserably at "chill"...
|Or... Do I?? Bum. Bum. BUMMMMMM!!!!!|