This week we have the boys enrolled in Harry Potter camp.
You got to love the Unitarian's answer to Vacation Bible School.
On Monday evening after shopping for all things wizard-y (including light up wands, YES, I SAID LIGHT UP WANDS) all the children who hadn't attended Hogwarts before had to be sorted into classes via The Sorting Hat.
(This would be a good time to mention that, duh, I'm taking pictures all week but because the photos mostly have faces of other people, I'm a little sparse in my photo-heavy-post-ability.
I guess we can say it adds to the mystery.)
Now, guess which house my children were selected to go to. Go ahead, GUESS.
I can't decide if I'm really proud or really embarrassed.
And I'm assuming their house selection has absolutely nothing to do with how evil I made them sound on their information sheet. None. At. All.
After being sorted into their respective houses, the next step was for each house to come up with their house rules (such as no using wands as sword and no casting unforgivable spells and my constant asking of respect your elders) and work on decorating their robes.
Oh yeah, I said decorating their robes.
This means tie-dying t-shirts in your house colors.
Which for us, means green and black.
Last night, the children attended two class -- Fairy Class, where we learned all about fairies (did you know that gnomes are fairies?) (also, Darwin had great fun telling everyone how the Bottle Fairy came to our house and took away all his bottles this weekend. And yes, he yelled and his face turned red and he's still really upset at that damn Bottle Fairy. Which, turns out, isn't much a fairy at all and more of a Bogle; go figure) and Defense Against the Dark Arts Class, where we learned all about being safe (and watched a video that made me want to stab my eyes out, oh my Buddha).
Then, they ended the night with a fantastic game of Quidditch.
And yes, I think this whole ordeal is more exhausting for the adults than it is for the children.