The kids are indeed my fandom

Omg, Crumpet is ill and lies in bed with a fever (nothing serious, don't worry), and since the bed in question shares a room with my desk, I have to listen to his endless stream-of-consciousness-style-babble (he's the chatty sort of sick person, contrary to his brother who just boils up a fever of 41.0 degrees and then sleeps. In blessed silence):

"Does Finite Incantatem end all spells?"
"Does Finite Incantatem also end my spelling Finite Incantatem?"
"When someone puts me under Petrificus totalus I cannot say Finite Incantatem - so how can I end it?" (You can't - Harry and his broken nose can tell you a story or two about this, dear child - when you're old enough to watch or read Harry Potter, I might add.)

I think this is called Family Fandom Osmosis.

If only it didn't happen while I have to write an important article. On - ahem - the mythology of Star Wars....