Tonight Bailey googled "broomsticks" or something to that affect, as he has been reading the Harry Potter series and become slightly obssessed.
I am standing in the kitchen when he jumps up from the computer and exclaims "Mum! Did you know you can get REAL broomsticks?"
"Dude of course you can get real broomsticks, we have one in the garage..." I reply.
He looks at me with that look that says "My Mum is an idiot".
"I mean FLYING broomsticks. This website is selling them, can I buy one PLEEEASSSSEEEE? I'll use my own pocket money!"
"I don't think so son, you may be dissapointed with what you get, if you get anything."
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