So Child No.1 and I were at the local bookstore where I signed a few copies of Parentonomics (Books-In-Print in Malvern if you want one). She pointed out to me that the pile was dwarfed by the Harry Potter display.
"Well, you are no JK Rowling."
"You wish I was JK Rowling. She is the richest author ever. I think if I became that, you would benefit."
"Really? What would that change? I guess we would have a bigger house but I wouldn't get a single extra special treat!"
"True."
"Hardly worth it."
