Natalie loves Harry

I knew it had to be, eventually. Natalie has fallen for another boy, and not just any other boy, but a sorcerer-type. To wit, Harry Potter. In a day long not feared, Natalie has taken up the magician of choice these days with a vengeance, blasting through tens if not hundreds of pages in a sitting.

After having brought her back from her camp, with its many "crazy hats" and "crazy field trips," she settled in with Potter after a brief paw through of the just-arrived Highlights magazine. Just now I peaked in on her. I've been blasting the AC in her room and then pumping it round the corner to the un-airconditioned "Granny's room," so it's quite chilly in there, and she's got the sheet over her legs and is deeply engrossed, where surely she'll stay till dinner.

And she still wilingly holds my hand crossing the street and enjoys milk. Which you've gotta love.