I love my husband. We have a shared nerd factor of loving Star Wars and Star Trek. We both like action movies and he’ll even go to romantic comedies with me providing they’re actually funny.
But there are lines this man will not cross. He never read the Harry Potter books, telling me they’re kids books (mind you he read the Hunger Games but that is an entirely different blog post). And yet, he’s watched all the movies while he was deployed this last time.

So two nights ago, he starts the Deathly Hallows Pt 1. And as I’ve just started reading the Harry Potter books to my kiddos, at least the first book and a half, some of this is fresh in my mind.

Then he starts asking questions. Below is a half ditch effort at recording the running dialog between us while watching this movie.

DH: Who is the old guy.
ME: That’s Dumbledore.
DH: Who is he?
ME:He’s the headmaster at Hogwarts.
DH: Is that higher ranking than the Sherriff of Nottingham?
ME: Not answering that. Be quiet. I’m trying to watch the movie.
DH: Spoiler alert: they all die.
ME: No they don’t.
Break to go fuss with the kids. A short while later.
ME: Did they find any more of the horcruxes
DH: (looking at me in disbelief) I don’t even know what that is.
ME: it’s the things that have Voldemort’s soul.
DH: Don’t ever tell anyone you know all this stuff.
ME: shhh. I’m trying to watch the movie. Will you quit fast forwarding it.
DH: it’s the boring parts.
ME: No it’s not. You’re killing the story arc for me.
DH: you’re taking this writer thing too far.
ME: shh.

We won’t go into the comments about him showing me his wand or explaining the whole wand chooses the owner comments he made after I explained to him what Olivander’s was. It’s not PG 13 and let’s leave it at that.