"Lift your arms, Harry. You want to look nice when they come to visit, don't you?" Harry's opinion on that seemed fairly ambivalent. But at least this time he was just blowing bubbles instead of throwing up over the shirt Lily put on him, as he had done twice today already. "We should wake up your dad, right?"

She smiled at her son's enthusiasm, then picked her wand up and, yes, levitated her little boy, who squealed excitedly. She just landed him right on James' chest, since her husband had so helpfully passed out on the couch.