Life's Little (Or Big) Regrets

I have a rather large "dork streak". I spend an unusual amount of time doing simple physics problems in my head, such as: "If I'm going this fast in mph, how long will it take me to get from point A to point B"; thinking about the odds of strange things; or thinking about what Disney movie I'm going to watch later. One of my largest forms of geekery, however, is fed by the recent uprising of fantasy/fiction young adult book series. I love series that talk about magic in otherwise ordinary people, anything dealing with the "supernatural world", or anything that takes the weird and makes it normal. One series in particular, though, has changed the way I look at everyday life:That's right, I love, Love, LOVE Harry Potter. My one great regret in life is that I was born a muggle. True story. I would love to be Mrs. Weasley, running a household and using magic to accomplish everyday tasks. I would love to attend Hogwarts and learn how to be the best wizard I could possibly be. And now, a (somewhat frightening) view into the workings of my mind:
I do my best thinking in the shower. Well, today in the shower I happened to be thinking about the probably that any of my children could be born wizards, if there really were such a thing. I decided that having the genetic makeup to be a wizard follows a similar pattern as twins. Usually, twins run in families. Every so often, though, a set of twins will pop up out of the deep end of a gene pool and surprise the whole family. Likewise for squibs. Just being a twin doesn't necessarily mean you will have children that are twins, hence squibs.
Anyway, I came to the conclusion that the chances of Curious George and I producing a wizard-y offspring are slim to none. Alas, my children will have to be content to be muggles just like their mom.

That doesn't mean I won't teach them to wish they were wizards, though...


P.S.- Someday I will visit this place. Wanna come?