Don was in charge of the triplets again. He was starting to think that Elizabeth got some perverse pleasure out of seeing him trying to deal with them on his own. Well not seeing, but rather hearing all about it. It never seemed to fail that something happened when it was just him and them.
He was determined that nothing would happen today and he bundled them up in the appropriate clothing before setting out. Elizabeth didn't like to venture into the wizarding world with him since she was a muggle, but he knew that his children would have magic and so he made certain he took time to expose them to that world. Today he'd decided on taking them to Memorial Park, this way he would not only expose them to magic but to some good, clean fun.
Things rarely went as well as Don hoped they would and it didn't take him long to realise the flaw of taking three two year olds to the park without backup. Don was looking quite frazzled. His t-shirt and jeans were smudged in dirt and jelly (and he was decidedly not thinking about where the jelly had come from) and his hair was a lot more disheveled then it normally was, which was saying something.
He didn't have much time to think about it before he saw one little blonde head veer off toward an unsuspecting man who'd sat down with food and the other two followed. "Oy! Don't even think about it," he called after them, quickly hurrying toward them.