Who's the Harry Potter Nerd?

Just before the last Harry Potter movie came out Abby decided to reread Book 7 to refresh her memory of the events.  After finishing Book 7 she decided to read Book 6 and has been going backwards through the series ever since.  Wednesday she was reading Book 3 and randomly said, "Cool, sir!"  Without thinking I told her the person who said that line, who he said it to and what the scenario was.  I got the spell wrong, but that didn't matter; Abby pronounced me a Harry Potter nerd in short order.  She seemed to forget that coming home from the movie last week she said, " J K Rowling is really a brilliant writer.  In the sixth book when they are in the Room of Hidden Things, a five-legged skeleton is mentioned.  It seems really random, but if you've read Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them it's mentioned in there."  Then Ellen shouted out, "That's a Quintaped!"  Ellen then proceeded to tell us, to our general amazement, their habits, eating preferences, where they live and all about this NON-EXISTENT BEING!  Who are the nerds . . . the people who remember an unimportant skeleton and all about their habits or the person who remembers a funny scene from one of the books?  The funny thing is when Kelly got home from mutual Wednesday night I asked her who says "Cool, sir!" in Book 3 and she got it.  Tonight I asked Craig and he knew it too.  Neither of them knew what the five-legged skeleton mentioned in Book 6 was.  I rest my case.

Craig's latest question--"Would I be allowed to wear a t-shirt to school that has a picture of a native American Indian and says, 'I have reservations'?"  I wish you could hear him ask these questions.  He is usually laughing so hard inside that he can hardly spit out the words.  Instead he chose a t-shirt that has a picture of a guy hanging by the legs from a tree.  There are several pinatas on the ground below, one of them blindfolded and holding a stick.  Candy is falling out of him.  He also chose one that says, "Free Tibet . . . with the purchase of a Tibet of equal or greater value.  The second shirt is his reward for suffering through a blood draw when I promised him that he could make the choice himself.  I didn't think his doctor would press the issue, but he did.  He has to get a diabetes screen every year and he was furious with me for "lying" to him.  In the midst of his white-knuckle-blood-draw experience Abby remembered what he'd said in the car on the way to the doctor.  "I'd donate blood just to get the t-shirt if they didn't do the finger prick first."  She reminded him of that and in an effort to clear my name I shouted, "I'll buy you a stupid t-shirt if that's what it takes to get you to do this."  Coming out of the lab we ran into his doctor and the nurse.  I guess they were coming to check on him.  Dr. Gomez commented that he'd survived and I said, "I have to buy him a t-shirt."  The doctor was impressed with his negotiation skills.  I'm stuck buying him a shirt now after every diabetes screen, at least until he turns 18.  Then the choice truly is his.