On the way home from church, the boys began debating the Houses of Harry Potter and to which one each of us would pledge our allegiance (or whatever they do in Harry Potter).  Not knowing a thing about the subject, I was unusually quiet, which left me as a target.

Sure enough the topic turned to me.  They were all in agreement, “Dad, would be a member of Hufflepuff.  No doubt.”  Not sure what that even meant, I inquired.  Much to my surprise, it was a compliment.  An apparently very nice compliment.  My oldest son Jacob explained, “You don’t have any enemies.  You are likable and after a few minutes of meeting someone, you are like ‘Ah, my new friend!'”

What a great start to the week!  I won’t bother mentioning people that I suspect hate me to my kids.  Although, I do believe that to be a fairly short list.  In many of the cases, indifference or annoyance, as opposed to hate, might best describe a few folks on the list.  So I suspect “the people that hate me” list is pretty short.  Regardless of quantity, anyway, you look at it though, a pretty good image for my kids.  Sort of a Will Rogers type fella, “Never met a man I didn’t like,” and all that.

I’m still not sure about the term Hufflepuff, but as for “Likable,” I’ll take that any day.