I do try to keep a lid on Kyle’s obsession with the Harry Potter stuff, but often I’ll engage him. On our way to the Orlando airport yesterday, the following conversation took place:

Me: “Kyle, how come the Death Eaters can turn into black smoke when they’re flying?”
Kyle: (With incredulity) “Because they’re Death Eaters.”
Me: “Oh.”
(quiet few seconds)
Kyle: “I wish I could do that.”
Me: “I know you do, my boy.”
(few more quiet seconds)
Kyle: “I’d fly to school instead of taking the bus!”
Me: “Well, then you could sleep in.”