DH read the twins the first Harry Potter book and they loved it. They lost interest about halfway through the second one and kept asking for breaks to read other books, until it had been long enough that they were forgetting what had happened, and finally confessed that they didn't really care for it too much.
DH finally found out he's working on Friday so I'm going out of town by myself with my 3-year-old, who fell off a chair and bumped his head while I was at a meeting today and has a huge red lump right in the middle of his forehead. He had two adults less than a foot away at the time. He's going to look just terrible in all of the scenic photos I was planning on taking of him this weekend. Boo. The person who was watching him at the time felt just terrible, but I told her he is kind of a daredevil, and I wouldn't want him to be straight-jacketed, which is what he would require if she needed him to be perfectly safe.
Oh, and tonight S. was trying to have another tantrum about putting on his pajamas and I successfully tricked him into putting on his pajama top by telling him I would help him get it on over the lump on his head, but I had this brilliant idea about being utterly clueless about putting on his pajama bottoms. I kept trying to do it wrong. He finally told me to put them on over his feet, so I just set them on his feet. Then he said, "No, Mom, you don't do it that way! You have to cover my butt!" So I picked them up and tucked them around his backside so they looked like a little tail. He finally got really frustrated with my complete ineptitude and told me he would show me how to do it, and he promptly sat down and put them on himself, even pointing out how the tag goes in the back and each foot goes down one side, and then you pull them up just so, and there you have it! I was so happy with myself, and it was so much easier dealing with his histrionics when I was not having to deal with two other kids shouting and asking for things every few minutes.