When my son Tim was ten, he came home from school one day and told us at the dinner table about his day touring the middle school with his grade school class. After he finished explaining about Bryan Middle School in Elmhurst, which he would be attending next year, I told him it was a waste of his time.
I told him his mother and I had decided to send him to Hogwarts, the school Harry Potter attended. He smiled and said, “Right, Dad.”
This is the story of how some other parents and i pranked out sons into thinking they were going to Hogwarts.
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