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My almost five year old daughter used to be all about Perry the Platypus. She'd run around the house in her secret agent hat, thrashing around and fighting imaginary bad guys. The dulcet tones of Perry's theme song could be heard coming from her room when she should have been asleep. Perry the Platypus was where it's at.
Until she discovered Harry Potter. Sorry, Perry. Now she runs around holding a wand, zapping monsters and bad wizards and admonishes Ron Weasley when she should be sleeping. She's even made her own invisibility cloak:
I'm trying something new and linking up my favorite phone photo of the week with #iPPP at GFunkified. Click the icon below to check out the other pics!