Yeah, Sorta Like That


Josh recently bought me a copy of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone because he’s sick of not being able to discuss the finer points of the series with me. He has been trying to get me to read it since the books started coming out and I have always pushed off his harrassment claiming that, while I genuinely do want to read them, I simply haven’t had the time to do it.
Well, the book had been sitting on my nightstand for about a month, with Josh making little chants at night, “Harry! Harry! Harry!” Or, he’d even look over at me and impersonate Lexi.
So, a few days ago, Josh came home and woke me up from a nap. He saw the Harry Potter book on the bed next to me and exclaimed, “Yeah! You started reading Harry Potter!”
“No,” I replied. “I just used it because I couldn’t reach the snooze button on the alarm.”
His face dropped. Then, in typical Josh “switch gears” fashion, he got over his disappointment and made his personal connection to my comment, “Yeah. I did the same thing with my high school diploma.”