'Be right back" George smiled and gave Audrey a kiss on the lips when he passed her over the bowl he was working with. 'Merlin's Beard, he's got a set of lungs on him' he thought as he went into the bedroom for the now three of them and lifted his crying son out of his bassinet. George rocked Fred in his arms, the crying tiresome but not entirely unbearable. He didn't understand how babies didn't get annoyed at their own crying!
After a few seconds of holding him, he realized what was wrong. Fred needed to be changed. They had a small changing table in the room, and carried him over to it, laying him down. After a month of changing dirty diapers, it came pretty naturally to him, but he apparently took too long in changing him, because, as he was Fred started to spray on him. "Bloody hell!" He tried to shield his face, but by the end his hand, his face and the changing table ended up wet. He finished changing his son and then carried him into the bathroom to clean himself up. God Fred was a trouble-maker, and it made George smile. He had so much of himself and his uncle in him.