Harry Potter and the Potty Chair
My husband is determined to read Harry Potter to our kids. I fully support this idea since they are 5 and 7, reading is imperative to their development. It's also a way to relive the nostalgia of a book that captured our imaginations. Surely, our children will find the story about The Boy Who Lived to be as awesome as we did, right? Okay, so we jumped the gun a little. When my daughter was two, my husband would try to read with her in the rocking chair before bed. After being assaulted repeatedly, he decided to put her in her crib where he could read to her from a safe distance. A toddler's rage is not to be trifled with. I could hear her screaming at him from the other side of the house. When I checked in to see if they were okay, he was often being pelted with toys, she was throwing all her blankies out of the crib, and getting ready to launch her diaper with her famous left arm. At least I wasn't the only one who had to dodge the dirty diapers being thrown.