Operation: Hogwarts Letter was a success.
We got in late from another birthday party of a gazillion boys running amok shooting airsoft at each other for 6 hours. My son plopped into bed about 1140pm like a tree being felled.
It was unusually warm last night and ten minutes after he fell asleep, I went in, took the screen out of his window ( which was a noisy affair.), cranked the window out to it’s maximum openage.
My husband set up the video camera in the hall on the tripod and then went outside.
Turning on the light at about 12:02ish, I had to really work hard waking my son up. He is normally very easy to rouse with a hollering through the vents from the first floor or even the basement, but he was dead to the world. He struggled to sit up as I wished him a Happy 11th Birthday!!!
He is such a good natured kid, he just took the hug from me and tried to fall back asleep right there. ( If it was our daughter, my head would have been seperated from my body moments earlier, which is why my husband will have the job of front the Operation Letter to Hogwarts to her in two years.)
The owl floops through the window and our son didn’t see it land on the floor. I play stupid. He starts waking up when I said, " Something just flew in the window! It was an animal…"
This creeped him out a bit as we a) live in the country and skunks are an issue and b) there is a stray cat that has been hanging around our house and is infected with eye issues. Our son’s first concern is always Our Asberger’s Cat.
By this time, my husband has trotted back inside and is now in the doorway.
Son peers over the bed and sees Hedwig, " Hey…why are you throwing Hedwig through my window?" This kid is a future scientist or engineerd with how analytical his mind works, even in his befuddled state. " I got him three years ago…"
My husband plays stupid and strongly suspect that my DNA of reasoning out stuff is running on DEFCON 5 in our first born at the moment, give me a That is your son… look. Yeah, well…he looks just like YOU, MISTER! was a look given right back.
I hand our son Hedwig, who has his Letter From Hogwarts bandoliered across his chest with two rubber bands. With a sleepy smile he opens them and we make him read the letter. He races through it with all the affection and enunciation of a man getting his annual ( our son was a) tired and b) embarrassed.) but he had a big sleepy smile when at last he fell back onto his pillow, muttering, " Thanks."
The video, which we replayed instantly, is teh funny at Hedwig’s Arrival. If I can figure out how to linky it up here, I will.
