But then my youngest daughter, who had cried when her sister had inducted her into the evil Slytherin, proclaimed “Daddy, we’re in the same house!” And I realized that was much more important than being a wise Ravenclaw. I hugged her and agreed that we are very much alike. And of course, I told her that I was thrilled to be with her in Slytherin. My older daughter laughed at both of us for our evilness, so I was glad to provide some company for her younger sister.

This paragraph is inspiring to me. Being a younger father to a two-year old, my eyes are being open more and more everyday to how much my love for him grows on an hourly basis. Kids are the greatest!

The morrow of the story? Even the most evil people can cause someone's heart to smile. ;)