"Well we should save something substantial to keep him in check." Angie was completely correct, no doubt Freddie would be totally used to them embarrassing him on a regular basis, and on purpose for the most part. George actually couldn't wait until their boy was old enough to be hanging about the shop and coming up with his own way to make everyone light up with joy.
"Sneaky monkey.." he'd said as she dodged his cheek attack and got her neck in the process. Though he had to groan as soon as his toes squished in the paint and splashed up to cover his pants. Angie was giggling something fierce. "What I'VE DONE?" George gaped at her just as her hand came up to stripe his cheek with green paint.
"Not quite love."George said, grabbing a smear from a particularly large patch on his pants and coated both palms. Those palms gripped Angie on both cheeks and kissed his wife soundly. "Now we match... hang on, one more." and he grabbed at her backside leaving a clear 'George Weasley' handprint on the pocket of her pants.