My Poor Child

My son has been trapped in this apartment for days now. I've been struggling with going to work and still being kind of sick, so every night I come home and collapse, not feeling very well. He is here during the day, not doing much, just trying to keep himself occupied. One of the ways he is occupying himself is to catch up on all four of the Harry Potter movies, which is fine, he has never seen them, but the problem is that is all he has watched for around 4 days straight now.

Last night I came home and he was in an alarmingly good mood. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire was playing (for about the 30th time). I told him he needed to change movies, at which point he giggled.. which should have warned me there was something going on, but I was tired and didn't really notice (because ya know, 15 year old boys just don't normally giggle).

I started to notice the real problem when he was quoting the movie at the same time of the movie. I looked at him and said, "Noah, we need to change this movie." He giggled again and practically yelled NOOOOO, he likes this one! He then started asking me bizarre wizard questions, such as if a wizard wanted to commit suicide would they just turn their own wand on themselves and do the killing curse, or could they force their own will on themselves and put themselves under their own control. It then evolved to what happens during a wizard war, do they have machine wands and how can wizard kids possibly survive without videogames.

I decided then that something drastic had to be done. When he wasn't looking I put on a vampire movie and tonight I'm taking him out to dinner and to see Superman.

I hope he isn't damaged permanently. Pray for us.