Bad Dad

Bad Dad wouldn’t let Nora go to the Harry Potter party Friday night, as we needed to get up at the crack of dawn Saturday morning to get on an airplane. So she and Lissa conspired to hit the 24-hour Wal-Mart before we left. 5 a.m., they bought the second one they sold (no long lines or kids in outrageous costumes at Wal-Mart, one guesses).

By the time we hit the security checkpoint at the airport, Nora was already on page 109. She read straight through the flight, and would be done if not for the necessities of our vacation intervening. But she pronounces it good.

No giveaways, though. We’re waiting in line.