Conundrum of conjurors

While in the shower the other morning, I hear my wife shout my name. I recognize that urgent tone and know (for whatever reason) I'm in trouble. Sure enough, she bursts into the bathroom, whips back the shower curtain in her best Norman Bates manner. 

Naked and vulnerable, I see that she doesn't have a knife in her hands, and timidly say, "Yes?"

"Why does Harry Potter wear glasses?" she replies. "Still?"

Relieved I wasn't in trouble, I told her it was a dang good question, and she went off to work. Now, I suspect I know how my wife's mind works better than most people, but I still have no idea where this question came from. And it was a whopper. I gave it much more thought while in the shower (it turned out to be a very, very long shower).

One would think that being a wizard, weak vision would be one of the first things to go, right? I mean, come on, everyone knows spell are less risky than laser surgery.

But my thoughts took a turn for the dark (as so often happens). I'm glad we don't live in a world of wizards and sorcerers. From my own little Kansas backyard of the world, I'm envisioning a worse place than it already is. 

It seems everyone owns a gun in Kansas these days, and they're not afraid to whip them out and wave 'em around if the feeling arises. But just imagine what would happen if a wizard got hacked off at some guy for nearly clipping him on the highway. I suspect even genteel Harry Potter is susceptible to a bit of road rage now and then. Instead of gunfire, though, it'd be POOF! The driver's a goldfish, thus causing further wreckage. 

What if a wizard--even a good wizard--decided to do away with death and disease? We're looking at overpopulation, eventual pestilence, food shortages, worse than a Logan's Run scenario. 

Undoubtedly, wizards would soon be running the world, rounding up we mere "muggles," separating us from our families with a giant wall to keep us out and...and...

Wait.

Too late. The wizards have taken over! Run for your lives!

Since I'm on a drama-queen roll, please do check out the hysterical histrionics of Zach, a vapid male entertainment dancer (NOT a stripper!) and his put-upon sleuth sister (with four kids in tow), Zora. May as well begin at the first book in the series: Bad Day in a Banana Hammock.