There's a father asleep on the thin store carpet, a jacket pillowed under his head, while his young kids play nearby.
From the prior Potter event I've attended, I was expecting the kids to be passed out by now while their parents frolicked about. Maybe dad was worn out by all the trivia.
I'd take a picture, but that seems sort of cruel.
Friday, July 20, 2007
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