Don paled and Myron grinned more. "I think they'll have magic," he guessed. There was just something about them. That impish spirit. That winesome charm. Not that that meant anything, but he had a feeling. "And it will be brilliant because you'll be able to teach them things. Won't be like you and me, thrust into it all new. You'll be there." The triplets wouldn't be Muggleborn.
"Yeah, you say that now, but when they come home batting eyelashes and talking about pretty girls and boys... well, they can always come to me," he said with a wink as he stacked some blocks and made a bit of an arch. "I'll give them advice." That.. was a scary thought.
"Mmm. Maybe that's why people really have kids. So they can play again," he guessed. It was awfully fun. Although he wasn't sure things like diaper changing and feeding and grounding and all that would be as fun. And vomiting. Children were messy.
But this, this was fun. He started making a little tower to go with his arch. "Well then put him in the time out chair?" he said as he worked. "He's definitely the leader of the pack. Kinda like me," he said with a grin, because he might have been the front man but he wasn't really the leader of anything. Leading things took work and Myron just to just do.
"Still think you should have named one of them Myron."