"Maaaybe...." George said, removing the still soiled diaper and replacing it with a new one. "He is quite the little troublemaker, isn't he?" George picked him up again to cradle him in one arm and running his hand through his son's hair, he could have sworn he was smiling, even trying to laugh. Fred really was George's son. "I think this is why he woke up, because he thought I needed a shower."