Sometimes I am privileged to the most critical of conversations between two best friends.
Clover: You can't give your heart away because then you wouldn't be able to love anyone. Then I wouldn't be able to love my parents or you or JayH (poor poor JayH has been the kid of my kid's dream the entire kindergarten year).
Her BFF: Who is JayH?
Clover: *heartfelt sigh* The boy I am in love with. When I turn 18 I am going to marry him.
Her BFF: When I turn 11 I'm going to Hogwarts.
I guess I forgot to mention that they were six.