"Might be better to keep it a theory," Bill said with an easy grin. He didn't fancy drawing any more attention to the traits that his mother didn't appreciate.
"You'll get to them eventually," Bill responded. "And then I'm sure you'll wish you didn't have to." Bill was fairly certain that wasn't true. Their father had always handled Fred and George fairly well. It was their mother who had been about to have a heart attack every time the twins got into trouble.
"It was," Bill admitted. "But it was the right thing to do. I couldn't have just left my family on their own, and I knew that I could help out back at home." He paused, his expression growing less serious when they mentioned his children again. "I hope you do. I love them a lot. I can only hope that I'll be as good of a dad as you are to me."