When I grow
up, I'm going to have my first kid read the Harry Potter
series
and convince
him that he's a wizard, too, and he'll receive his
Hogwarts letter when he turns eleven.
Sure enough,
on his eleventh birthday he'll check the mail to find the
letter (written by me, obviously)
and in the
fall, I'll take him to a train
station, point him towards
platforms nine and ten,
and not say a
word as he collides into a pillar.