“Apffff,” says Potter as he splashes the rubber duck in the water and then squawks; “AaababababaBA.”

The boy is just as obnoxious, demanding and brainless as his normal self but at least he cannot make a mockery of my potions class, only a mockery of himself.

See? Now he is making a royal mess by taking all the toys in the tub, out of the tub.

Why am I tolerating this? I should remove him right now and put him to bed.

I will not be turned soft by letting a toddler manipulate me.

But I let him play and smile when he laughs.