I hate to be a tease, but consider this more of a vent.
My daughter (nom d'Internet "The Munchkin," age 5) drew a really adorable picture of Hermione Grainger on Saturday morning - she and her brother had watched the film versions of both Philosopher's Stone and Chamber of Secrets last week. At first, her Hermione had curly red hair like the Munchkin herself, so it took me a few guesses to figure out who the drawing was. It's complete in black school robes and red striped tie.
Unfortunately, she refuses to let me take a picture of it despite the really large number of people I know who would find the picture to be incredibly cute. It'd kind of driving me crazy.
She did a near-duplicate for my father while he was visiting us for the College World Series super-regional games last weekend. It was utterly wasted on him because he is one of the most unimaginative people in the entire world. As in, my brain refuses to accept the notion of the man reading anything which isn't non-fiction. As in, the Grasshopper (age 9) was trying to tell him stuff about Minecraft, and when my father finally gets a word in edgewise it's to the effect of "I don't know what any of that means because I don't believe in zombies." Had the Munchkin not made a point of giving the drawing directly to my father as he was leaving, I think he would have left it here, and she would have been crushed.
End rant, I hope.