Oh...really...

Here's a new experience some of you might not have had yet.

Naming a beneficiary for your life insurance policy.

I imagine anyone with kids has done this. I imagine most people
without kids haven't.

I haven't. Or rather, I hadn't until now.

I don't actually have a child yet, of course, but I will within weeks,
and if I am smote down while fighting the real-world equivalent of
Lord Voldemort, I'd hope that my lightning-scarred child wouldn't need
to beg hand-me-downs from the equivalent of the Weasleys (bless their
souls).

Eventually this lead to wife and I talking about the terrible
possibility that we could BOTH be struck down whilst defying
Voldemort's real-world equivalent. Who would we want to raise our
child?

Certainly not my estranged sister who openly loathes me. Which is
good, because I don't have an estranged sister who openly loathes me.

I do think that, generally speaking, family is better than not-family
(mostly because holidays would be a mess!). And so we talked about
our siblings. We talked about our friends.

This was definitely the weirdest conversation I'd ever had.

I hope the real-world equivalent of Lord Voldemort remains, as he has
been to this point, to terrified of me to reveal himself.