"Oooh! Star Wars! Look, there''s Luke Skywalker, and there's the Death Star!"
"Oooh, look at this space station and the rocket and the space ships!"
"Oooh, this lego train actually has a remote control and drives on its own!"
Then, he flipped a page an exclaimed:
"Oooh, look, it's (dramatic pause) Hah-rrry Pottahh."
"What's that, Colin?" I ask, caught off guard.
"Here, it's a train with (dramatic pause) Hah-rrry Pottahh."
Now I'm stifling a laugh, both at the pause he gives so nonchalantly before saying Harry Potter with a heavily rolled R and a genuine upper class British accent.
"I'm sorry, it's what?" I can't resist baiting him.
"(dramatic pause) Hah-rrry Pottahh."
"Where did you hear about Harry Potter?"
"I saw a preview once for it, on a movie at Grandma and Grandpa's."
Now it's starting to make a little more sense. I can just imagine the preview, with that older lady who plays his teacher calling out Harry Potter with her stiff accent, rolled R, and a slight pause for dramatic effect before she calls his name.
James and I laughed all day every time Colin said it.