In an effort to be extra-specially sweet to me on my birthday my son was complimenting me on how I was the best mother he has ever met.
My slightly less charming daughter said “Ian, she is the only mother you’ve ever had, so she is also the worst.”
“No.” maintained my boy “In other lives.”
“Ohhhh,” his sister agreed, “Right, in other lives.”
The good news is that I am the best mother that Ian has had in any of his lives.
The bad news is that in this life they assigned everyone in the family Harry Potter roles. She tells me “Ian is Harry, I am Hermione, Daddy is Gilderoy Lockhart and you get to be Snape.”
“I am Snape?” I ask. Surely I can be McGonagall. Maggie Smith is a badass, and if Gabe gets to be a dandy I think we can make the leap to me being Maggie Smith. I’d even accept Bellatrix Lestrange or Cho Chang or Madame Maxime. I am female after all. “Snape?”
“Because of your hair.”
So I’m off to wash my hair.