Flying pigs

I went to tuck the boys into bed and Radcliffe’s room was a mess. I asked him what happened.

He replied, (with arms waving dramatically) “Momma, these flying pigs and an elephant came and we had a crazy party. I blame them.”

Me: “So you’re telling me that pigs can fly?”

Radcliffe: “Yes. And it’s amazing.”

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